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| Colossus | Jul 19 2014, 01:48 AM Post #1 |
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April 9, 2014 12:45pm Piotr Rasputin's apartment _____________________ The sun was out, the day was nice, and there were no living dinosaurs to be seen for miles. At least, that's how reality worked in Westchester on this fine afternoon. Today was a day that began much like any other, except for one or two changes. Changes such as Piotr buying furniture for his apartment this morning. Furniture for a new addition to his and Illyana's family. A new addition that had come back from an adventure into the Savage Lands that began not a week ago. Nuya, son of Nereel, granddaughter of the shaman of the Fall People. His son. His nearly two years old son. Piotr winced, dropping the screwdriver that he was using to put Nuya's bed together as his son began crying yet again. Quickly as he could, Piotr sprang to his feet and moved to lift the boy into his arms. Nuya wasn't hungry, they had just had their lunch. He wasn't sleepy, because the boy was playing at something not moments before. Furthermore, since the elder Rasputin didn't smell anything... The point was that Piotr didn't know why Nuya was crying this particular time. "давай, сынок, пожалуйста, перестань плакать." Piotr crooned in his native tongue. The boy understood about as much Russian as he understood English at this point, but somehow, the words called him enough that the wailing subsided. Sighing in relief, Piotr moved to set his son down; the kid, obviously sensing the attention was being diverted, began to cry again. "What? What do you want? I have to build your bed so you have somewhere to sleep! What do you want from me?" Piotr was at the end of his rope. Two days of this had been enough to fray his nerves in a way that the entire year of the Illuminati never managed. And still the child cried right on until Piotr gave up and stood again. "Ok, ok ok fine, I'll keep holding you, just please stop crying." Piotr begged, holding his son and doing a small rocking dance with him. Admittedly, the first moment he was told he had a child was one filled with confusion and anger and denial, but every moment after that was filled with pride and love. He honestly would rather stand there holding Nuya than continue working with this frustrating Ikea bed anyway. But the kid still needed somewhere to sleep. "You know, мой сын, your dad has no idea what he's doing. You're going to have to cut me a little bit of slack, Nuya. I'm not your mom. I haven't had the practice." Piotr was crying, the tears coming unbidden to his eyes, out of frustration. Here was a child that suddenly depended on him for everything. Everything. And he didn't know how to do anything. Two days in, and he was shocked that the child was alive. "I really don't know what I'm doing, Nuya." The Russian said as he paced out of the bedroom and into the living area. |
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| Sarah Vale | Jul 20 2014, 02:13 PM Post #2 |
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There was a child crying, somewhere in the school. Sarah was pretty sure it wasn’t any of the younger kids, and it didn’t sound like Greg. She’d followed the sound towards the staff wing, and while she normally wouldn’t go snooping around, she could admit to being curious about this. Beside her, a large, cheetah-like mechanical beast paced, green eyes glowing in a plated metallic feline face, rounded ears swiveling. She’d been working on the programming for the feline for a while now, and the cat was slowly becoming a common sight around her. And right now, its advanced hearing was directing her towards the sound of a young child hidden away in the staff quarters. Imagine her surprise when she found herself standing in front of Piotr Rasputin’s quarters, most definitely hearing the sound of a child crying from inside. Her first thought was that it was a television – although her powers quickly determined that that was incorrect. Stroking a hand absently over the head of the mechanical cat beside her, Sarah nearly walked away. It was one thing to wander around searching for a noise. It was entirely different to knock on someone’s door and ask if they were hiding a child. Really, it wasn’t exactly her business to be snooping around. Then again, this was Piotr. He’d probably understand her need to satiate her curiosity. So despite the moment of hesitation, Sarah lifted a hand and tapped her knuckles gently against the door. Not loudly, but enough to be heard. Sure, she supposed she could’ve accessed the technology in Piotr’s room and gotten an answer about what was happening, but to be honest, the thought never even occurred to her. Besides, that would be a major invasion of privacy, and Sarah preferred not to be rude. Hearing Piotr’s voice telling her to come in, Sarah popped open the door, taking a few steps into the room and giving him a curious look, which quickly turned to surprise. “Hey, it’s just me, I was wondering…Oh. Well, that explains it.” Blinking at the sight of the large Russian holding a young child, looking awkwardly frazzled. More than anything, it was look on Piotr’s face that caused Sarah to focus on the child. Beside her, the large metal cat paced, before sitting at the door, out of the way. Stepping closer, Sarah quite purposely didn’t acknowledge the fact that Piotr looked like he’d been crying, instead giving him and the little boy a bright smile. “So you’re the one making all that noise, huh?” the brunette’s voice was light and teasing, looking at the little boy with a smile. A single eyebrow lifted as she glanced at Piotr questioningly, a curious look on her face. “Who’s this little guy, Pete?” And a bit quieter, voice concerned, she added “Everything okay?” Because while she had no idea how or why Piotr had a toddler in his room, he certainly looked frazzled enough that she was a little concerned. The how and why could come once she knew Piotr was alright. |
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| Colossus | Jul 24 2014, 01:47 AM Post #3 |
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Someone knocked at the door, and Piotr used his free hand to wipe away the stressed tears and facial expression from his face. It was not well known that Piotr had a kid, he'd had Avery check Nuya out, ensure that they were truly blood related. Piotr had sent a text to Warren telling him of the development, which he figured hadn't been seen yet since there were no follow up questions. And he was going to tell Rahne and Jack today that he might need helpful hints on how to raise a kid. Oddly enough, Piotr couldn't find Illyana to show her the addition to their family, and that worried him. But yeah, he had a son, that was going to be a whole conversation for all but that handful of people, so Pete crying would just be extra unwanted discussions. Might as well only give the visitor one thing to talk about. "Come in, Tovarisch." Pete said, cussing my making the two Rasputins as presentable as possible before their guest opened the door. Sarah Vale, someone he didn't expect to see, came through the door and her look turned to surprise to see Nuya in Pete's arms. “Hey…Oh... that explains it.” As Sarah took in the sight of a large Russian holding a young child, Piotr tried to put on an air of normalcy, failing masterfully of course. Beside her, a large metal cat paced, to sit at his door, and he suddenly realized that there were things he wasn't thinking of. Safety. His son needed to be safe, not just fed and clothed. Oh god, he needed to baby-proof his apartment! Sarah's angelic smile hit home for Piotr. She wasn't going to make this meeting awkward, instead focusing on talking to the baby in a light and teasing tone, fingering him as the sound culprit. The baby, seeing that someone prettier than the big guy was ready to play, was quick to giggle and look as if nothing at all was amiss. “Who’s this little guy, Pete?... Everything okay?” Piotr's stress took a backseat for a moment as he looked at his son with pride. He tickled under Nuya's chin, bringing forth a laugh and an escape attempt from the kid, and looked back to Sarah. "This, Tovarischa, is Nuya. Son of Nereel, great-grandson to the Shaman of the Fall People tribe in the Savage Lands. The venture to check out a possible sighting of Magneto ten days ago led us into a rift to the forgotten place. There we came across him and when we tried to get home, the rift closed behind us." He paused for a beat, trying to lower his emotions. The story behind the story was a bit more complicated than that, but it would take too long to explain standing almost in the doorway as they were. "Everything is, well, everything is challenging for me right now...Please come in, Sarah. Are you thirsty?" He led her to the table, offering her a seat as he placed the boy on the table beside him. "Miss Vale, this is Nuya Rasputin. My son." |
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| Sarah Vale | Jul 27 2014, 12:58 AM Post #4 |
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She wasn’t sure what she’d expected to find behind door number one, but it certainly wasn’t Piotr holding a two year old child. First of all, she had no idea where said child had come from, which was concerning enough. But poor Piotr looked like he was ready to yank his own hair out. The big Russian was trying very hard to look like nothing was wrong, like he was fine and dandy, but Sarah wasn’t fooled. His eyes were redder than normal, face slightly flushed, all signs that he was not quite as comfortable with the way things were as he tried to appear. But she didn’t comment on it, acting as if she had no idea that there was something wrong. He’d only get embarrassed if she pointed anything out, and she didn’t want that. The little boy responded to her, and Sarah giggled a little, twiddling her fingers at him in a wave, before looking at Pete. Grinning at the two, she listened to the explanation about who the little boy was, tilting her head thoughtfully. Huh. She’d heard about some people going into the Savage Land recently, although she’d not been involved at all. But the rift closing, separating this little boy, only made partial sense. If that were it, why would the child be in Piotr’s rooms? The technopath didn’t interrupt him, following him to the table and taking a seat with a smile, leaning towards the little boy and offering him her hand to play with for a moment. “I’m good, thanks.” She smiled at Piotr’s polite question, shaking her head, as the large metal cat paced a bit closer, sniffing at Piotr and Nuya curiously. One hand absently ran over the metal beast’s head as its green eyes blinked, scanning the room. The readings picked up the change in Piotr’s demeanor when talking about the kid, how he straightened a bit, and Sarah tilted her head, not saying anything, because he looked like he was going to say something else. Whatever it was she was expecting, though, the introduction of this little boy as Piotr’s son was not it. To her credit, she managed not to look too utterly shocked, although her eyes widened a bit in surprise. At first, Sarah didn’t say anything, looking between the large Russian and the little boy, as if piecing things together. Two years old, Savage Land, little boy…Oh geez. She came close to smacking herself on the forehead in a moment of eureka, but settled for blinking a few times, lips forming an ‘o’ of surprise. The first thought was what the hell had Piotr been doing in the Savage Land during their hiatus there, which was quickly followed with a glance at the little boy and a little voice in Sarah’s head pointing out the very obvious thing he’d been doing. Which nearly made the technopath rub her head. Well this was…Interesting. “Well. That…wasn’t what I expected.” She had to smile a bit, especially when she looked at the smiling little boy. “I guess congratulations are in order, huh? He’s adorable.” To be honest, she wasn’t sure if she should congratulate him or ask if he was okay with this. He looked proud, but at the same time, he’d looked frazzled and at his wit’s end when she’d first walked in. She got the feeling he was about five minutes away from a full-blown panic attack. Sliding her chair closer to the kid, she grinned at him. “Pleasure to meet you, Nuya. Are you driving your daddy nuts already?” The brunette teased brightly, glancing at Piotr momentarily as if to give him an opening to say if he needed help with anything. |
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| Colossus | Aug 3 2014, 01:29 AM Post #5 |
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The technopath listened intently to Piotr, following the Russian across his apartment and sat with them with a smile, offering her hand as a temporary toy for Nuya. With a single minded action, the boy took about inspecting this appendage. He decided that he liked this person. She was prettier than the big man, softer, smelled nicer, and although he could only understand the general feeling of what was being said in a language he yet knew nothing about, figured she was a kind person. So yes, naturally, as was his custom back in the Savage Land as well, Nuya adopted this tall, long haired girl. She was his now, like the Kimcha from home had been his. He seemed to understand that Piotr was talking about him, and he stopped slobbering on Sarah's thumb long enough to look at his dad with a lopsided grin. This man, too, was Nuya's. His mother had told him so. Long before he had first met the man he knew that he would recognize him. But being sure that the man was family did not make up for the strange surroundings. Nothing felt right here but his father. To Sarah's credit, she managed hide her surprise behind slightly widening eyes, and Piotr smiled. This woman certainly knew how to be tactful. He stayed quiet as she processed the insane statement he'd lain at her feet, and tickled at Nuya's ribs, earning a light squeal and a playful slap to the hand from the small child. "Well [...]He’s adorable.” Sliding her chair closer to the kid, she grinned at him, and the child returned the look. His lopsided grin making him look ever more like Piotr in that instant. “Pleasure to meet you.. driving your daddy nuts already?” Nuya didn't understand, but the girl was funny, so he laughed. Then the kid noticed the metal cat. Big eyed, he stared at the thing for about half a second before he reached for it. "Ta'lu wessa!" He laughed as he made the sign for 'cat'. Piotr looked down at his son, then up at his friend. With a sigh, the Colossus bowed his head to her unspoken question. "It seems that he is such a handful that Papa can't finish getting the apartment ready for a small person and keep said small person happy at the same time." He looked up at Sarah, the strain in his eyes becoming more obvious, "I didn't really think I was ready for this, you know? I can't do this." |
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| Sarah Vale | Aug 6 2014, 10:33 PM Post #6 |
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As Nuya took her hand, she grinned at the little boy, wriggling her fingers at him with a small giggle. He looked utterly serious as he inspected her, the cutest look of concentration on his face, obviously not minding as the little boy slobbered on her a little. She could deal with a little drool, making a face at Nuya and giggling at him. He was adorable, and she could see that Piotr was already wrapped around the kid’s thumb, if the look on the Russian’s face was any clue. He tickled his son, and Sarah grinned. She doubted Nuya knew what she was saying, but the little boy laughed, before noticing the large feline that had paced up beside her. The language he said caused Sarah to raise an eyebrow curiously, assuming it was a language from the Savage Land, and the large metal cat turned glowing green eyes on her for a moment. Nodding at the feline, she smiled as Nuya made grabby hands, the cheetah-shaped machine stretching up to place paws on either side of the child, snuffling at the boy’s hands. Rounded ears flicked curiously, the decidedly feline AI system cataloguing the scent and sight of the little boy with the name Sarah used her powers to attach to it. Nosing at the boy, the large cat let him grab him, just as unbothered by drool as Sarah had been. Glancing up at Pete, she could see the stress on his face, despite his attempts to hide it. Nodding in understanding, she smiled crookedly. “I can imagine the surprise.” It was really no wonder that he looked so overwhelmed, especially considering the crying she’d heard coming from the room earlier. Fortunately, her mechanical cat was keeping Nuya busy for the moment, and she leaned over to pat Piotr on the shoulder lightly. “Hey, don’t worry. I don’t think anyone’s really that ready for a kid, but you’re gonna do great.” Glancing around the apartment with a smile, she straightened up in the chair, giving Piotr a bright smile. “Why don’t I give you a hand? What’re you trying to get done, maybe I can help out. And I bet Jack and Rahne would be willing to help you with anything you needed.” After all, they had their own little wild one in Greg, who was a precocious little werewolf boy. The mansion was turning into a daycare. All they needed was Alex and Lorna to bring Nate over and they could open a mutant daycare. Grinning at the thought, the brunette technopath scooted her chair over, giving the large metal jungle cat more room, metal tail swishing through the air. “C’mon, show me what needs to be done. Or I can keep the little man occupied for you. Anything I can do to help.” Smiling at the large Russian, she glanced at Nuya and the cat with a chuckle. “Although it looks like he might be occupied with my cat for a while still.” |
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| Colossus | Aug 18 2014, 12:27 AM Post #7 |
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“I can imagine... don’t worry... you’re gonna do great.” "Bozhe Moi..." Piotr looked at Sarah, and the metal cheetah, noting how good they were with Nuya. It made him think back to every time someone had said that people like uncles or grandparents had it easier with the children than their own parents did. It was obvious now. They didn't have to be responsible for the specific child 'round the clock. It took the pressure off to just have fun with the kid. "I don't know about 'great'," he replied, "but it's not like I can do anything but my best for him. I'm literally all he has." “Why don’t I give you a hand?... Anything I can do...” "Well, I've been building his small bed, baby proofing the house, really just making it death-proof in here, so um, sure, if your like to help with any of that, I'd be um... I'd be much obliged." He didn't try to sound desperate for aid. Nothing would freak her out more than a giant man gushing at her offer. He needed to play it cool. Looking at the kid and the cat, he chuckled. "Da, he seems to be enjoying your friend." Piotr tickled at Nuya's foot. "Want to get down so you can play better with the kitty?" Nuya wast exactly sure what was said, but he pointed to the robot once again and grinned. Maybe the big man would understand that he felt it would make for better playing if he wasn't on the table? Surely so. "Right then, down you go." Piotr picked up the child, playfully tossing him in the air a couple times to elicit a squeal of delight, and placed him on the ground next to the cat. "As you can see, I'm betting he takes to skydiving like his daddy does, heheheh... Um... Don't break anything you two...?" Piotr said, unsure if he was really talking to the child or the robot. Then he led Sarah into the bedroom where the tatters of a bed were strewn willy nilly. "As you can see, there was at least one moment where Nuya tried to help. At least I managed to keep him from eating anything important?" |
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| Sarah Vale | Aug 19 2014, 01:16 AM Post #8 |
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Glancing up at Piotr when he spoke, she blinked, not understanding the words, before turning back to see Nuya trying to chew on the metal cat’s ear. It was adorable, and of course only Sarah could hear the machine’s mutterings about getting drooled on. But the cat did make a rather amused chuff noise, whirring in his throat as Sarah grinned. Piotr spoke again, obviously uncertain about his abilities as a father, and Sarah shook her head slightly, running a hand lightly over the mechanical cat’s back. “Hey, it’s not like you don’t have a whole school full of people willing to help out with a cute kid like this.” Flashing a grin at the tall Russian, she chuckled a bit at his list of things to do, lifting a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind one ear. He sounded like he was trying not to be grateful. Judging by how he’d looked when she first walked in, she was surprised he didn’t just pick her out of her seat and cling to her. Looking down to see how excited Nuya was to play with the cat, Sarah giggled, and as Piotr put the little boy on the ground, Sarah crouched down beside him, where the feline sat. “Nuya, this is Duma. Say hello, Duma.” Sarah nudged the cheetah-like machine, and he let out a growling, semi mechanical sounding mrowl, crouching and nudging his silver nose against Nuya. Green eyes lit up, and for Piotr’s sake, Sarah used verbal commands instead of simply using her powers. “Duma, this is Nuya. Scent and visual recognition enter into database.” For a split second, the machine’s eyes flashed with internal green light, before he let out a yowl of agreement to the order, going back to nudging at the little boy’s hands, rounded ears swiveling. Standing with a smile, she looked at Piotr as he spoke to the kid and the cat, letting out a quiet laugh. “Duma, stay.” The technopath didn’t need to give the order, not when the feline was just as fascinated with knocking into Nuya, his tail flicking over to tickle the little boy playfully. Following Piotr into the room, she raised an eyebrow at the mess, snickering. “Ohboy. Please tell me you at least tried to use the directions.” She sent him a teasing look, before shrugging her purse off onto a nearby chair, rifling through it and pulling a toolkit out. Because…She never went anywhere without a toolkit. Twirling a screwdriver in one hand, she stepped over to the instructions, before leveling a pointed look at the large Russian. “Okay, I got this. Find me all the little screws and pieces, and I’ll organize this into something a little less chaotic.” Her tablet was on the desk, downloading instructions for putting the pieces together, propped up on the bed, and she scooted around the floor, shifting pieces around. Quickly working her way through the mess, piling different parts up into a semblance of organization. Glancing at the tablet, she frowned for a moment, before flopping down on the floor and pulling parts to her, grinning up at Pete. “C’mon, gimme some of the screws, we’ll have this together in no time.” Tugging her screwdriver out of her pocket, she took the screws and started attaching parts, glancing up at her tablet occasionally, although it was whispering instructions to her. |
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| Charm | Aug 25 2014, 01:43 AM Post #9 |
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A thin booklet of paper grasped between the sparkling fingers of one hand, and a part of a cold cut sandwich clutched in the other, Micah Kinsley walked the halls as a man on a mission. As per his still lingering punishment for breaking a laundry list of rules in January, Micah was required by his mentor to hand in a paper at the beginning of each month detailing safe power use and his personal progression in training. Although the Scotsman had proven himself deeply regretful of his own actions and determined to make up for lost time in the Danger Room, the beginning of the month had still yet come and gone a week and a half ago. Some things about him would never change. Knowing that Piotr would see right through his charms and airs, Micah's intentions were to quickly get in and out. Thus, he made a beeline for the door to his mentor's apartment, the toes of his trainers squeaking earnestly against the hardwood floor. Still holding his sandwich and tucking the papers in between two extended fingers, he knocked twice to be polite and then quickly threw the door open with his usual cheery presence. "Ach, Mr. Rasputin! I need ter drop this right off an' be on m'way--ehm.... is that a baby?" He took a moment to take in the state of the room, noting Piotr and Sarah Vale working on some sort of furniture, and a dark-haired baby playing with a familiar cyber cheetah. Rarely one to be stunned into silence for long, Micah's expression of surprise gave way to one of bemusement. "A Russian, a technopath, an' a baby... sounds like a diddy ter me, sir." A glimmer of glowing green eyes gave Micah cause to backtrack with a grin,"Awrite, an' a cyber cat ter boot. Definitely somethin' y'see on the telly." Without waiting for an explanation, the metal teenager deposited both his paper and half-eaten sandwich on an end table, and moved towards Nuya and crouched to his level, waving a few of his fingers in greeting,"Aww, lookit the wee one. Hiyeah. Can yer talk?" Micah winked, knowing very well that the child probably did not understand his thick accent. "Or did the kitty cat et yer tongue?" |
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| Colossus | Aug 30 2014, 11:22 PM Post #10 |
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“Ohboy. Please tell me you at least tried to use the directions.” "It comes with instructions?" Piotr asked, only half joking. Then she set to giving him instructions, and jus like that, Piotr was a sidekick in his own bedroom to a pretty girl with a toolset. No exactly a bad situation, Piotr mused. Sarah was a beautiful, handy woman. He could have been hard pressed to choose a better guest. Not a couple minutes into him handing her screws and pieces, there was a quick knock and the. The sound of his door opening. Who was that? "Ach, Mr. Rasputin! I need ter drop this right off an' be on m'way--ehm.... is that a baby?" Piotr leaned his head out of the bedroom doorway and waved at Micah, who seemed to be trying to make sense of all that was going on in this apartment. "Micah! Come on in, don let either of them out or we'll be on a grand chase. Heheheh." "A Russian, a technopath, an' a baby... an' a cyber cat ter boot. Definitely somethin' y'see on the telly." Pete watched as Micah laid down a sandwich and some papers and tried to start a conversation with Nuya. Grinning, he turned back to hand Sarah another piece she needed, and resumed speaking. "His name's Nuya. And uh, well, he hasn't learned much English just yet. Like, at all." Pete answered for Nuya, who was now staring at Micah as if he was entirely confused. Nuya looked at Micah, then turned to see his dad, then looked at the Scotsman again. Rinse repeat, as the saying goes. "Akidota danitaka?" Nuya asked, motioning the Fall people's hand sign for 'uncle'. This man, he wasn't as old as Nuya's papa, but he was also metal. Papa turned metal. Obviously this was Papa's younger brother. It made sense to Nuya. So the kid hopped up and hugged Micah before he could even ask what it was that Nuya had said. "No, Nuya, Micah isn't my brother." He signed that Micah was a friend and not and uncle while he spoke in English, helping to establish phrases with words Nuya understood. "M-my-myk.... Mick." Nuya tried out, attempting to repeat the man's name. "Close enough, Nuya." Piotr sighed, the smile not leaving his lips. He turned to the boy and nodded in greeting. "This is my son, Nuya... Is that this month's report?" |
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| Sarah Vale | Aug 31 2014, 01:58 AM Post #11 |
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Sarah had to grin and give a bright laugh at Piotr’s response to her question about the instructions – she knew he had probably tried to use the instructions. But judging by the stress he’d shown when she’d popped in, he had probably given up partway through, too busy trying to keep Nuya out of trouble. She’d really just been teasing him. As he handed her pieces, she slowly began connecting different parts, every now and then glancing up at the instructions or at Pete to ask for a different part. A small section of her consciousness was still outside with Duma, residing without controlling inside the metallic cat’s head, watching as the large feline pawed at the little boy, nosing at him with a quiet feline chirp. And then the door opened, and the green eyed cheetah looked up, showing Sarah the metal student walking through the door. Snorting with quiet laughter, she shook her head, glancing at Pete as she screwed a piece together. “Duma won’t let Nuya wander, Pete.” Standing and stretching a little, she placed the put together part on the bed, taking the next part and lining it up, looking at the two men with a grin. The cat sat, leaning sideways against Nuya and staring at Micah as he registered the metallic boy’s presence with Sarah. She smiled as she looked over, connecting two sides of the slowly forming bed. Quietly laughing as Nuya jumped up to hug Micah, obviously making the connection between Micah’s shiny silver skin and Piotr’s metal form. That was adorable. Grinning as Nuya tried and semi-failed to pronounce Micah’s name, tugging the remaining pieces onto the bed, where she could see Micah and Nuya out the doorway. Finally attaching the last of the pieces, she tipped the large frame of the child’s bed off Piotr’s bed with a grunt, setting it down as gently as possible. It was pretty sturdy, heavier than she anticipated, but then if Nuya was anything like his father he’d need the sturdiness. Pushing on it lightly, Sarah frowned thoughtfully, crouching down and slowly tightening different screws and joints on the bed frame until it stopped feeling a bit tippy. “Should be good to go, Pete.” Moving to lean on the door frame, she grinned at the large Russian, before going over and kneeling down by Micah and Nuya and smiling brightly at the little boy. “No, Duma doesn’t eat little boy tongues, especially not cute little boys like Nuya.” The technopath teased with a smile, tapping Nuya’s nose gently. “Would you like to see your new bed, Nu-nu?” Glancing up at Piotr, she raised a single eyebrow curiously. “Does your son share any of your powers?” After all, Greg certainly showed signs of his parent’s powers, and she wasn’t certain if that bed would last if Nuya had Piotr’s strength. The mention of a report caused Sarah to give the two metal men a curious look, but she didn’t say anything, reaching out to slide a hand over Duma’s head thoughtfully. |
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| Colossus | Sep 21 2014, 08:29 PM Post #12 |
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“Should be good to go, Pete.” Piotr turned, momentarily distracted from the three in front of him, to see Sarah leaning on the door frame, grinning at the large Russian. He had to admit, she looked good. Like, he'd not really noticed before, considering the age difference between them, but she was really- no. Stop thinking like that. You're a dad now. Son first, love life and stupid thinks like that way later. She was now kneeling best to Nuya and the other two, booping the boy on the nose, which got her a big grin and a grab for her own nose. Nuya had played this game already with Papa. And he wasn't one to brag, mostly because he was just a toddler really, but he was reigning champ at what Papa called Gotcherknows. “Does your son share any of your powers?” Piotr took a moment, considering the possibility of that. it was no secret that the lids like Pearl and Greg certainly showed signs of their parents' powers, and the possibility that Nuya would one day be the second Colossus made Pete's smile widen. He'd been smiling a lot more today than the past two days had produced. "Well, he is certainly a tough little one. He tumbled off the top of the car onto the hood, and I caught him before he fell off the edge, but he was laughing at that the whole time." Piotr looked at the two and suddenly realized that maybe it wasn't best to say things like that. "I mean, um... I haven't seem any metal aspects yet, but he seems to be durable even as flesh and blood...?" The Russian noticed rubbing Duma and perking up at the mention of a report, and quickly tried to change the subject back to that, rather than continue on the track of explaining how bad a parent he was. "So, yes, the report. It's a bit late this month, Micah." "Mick!" Nuya giggled, seemingly to emphasize the new Rosie of attention. |
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