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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
1/31/2018 3:31:03 AM
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Mason Grey. A Titan, standing at 6 foot 4. His blue armor was faded, and had a few scratches. His helmet was off, showing his chocolate brown hair-- peppered with grays, and soft brown eyes. The man looked about to in his late 40s. He had a scar under his left eye, that ran all the way to his ear. He had a 5 o'clock shadow.
In his arms, he carried a Redbone Coonhound, that was still a puppy. Its fur so red, like the leaves of Autumn.
His voice was gruff, as he yelled to Isabella, "Wait, who are you, again?"
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Alistair booped his other aunt, giggling. The boy had plently of energy.
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[i]Niki would laugh, though she would be drawn away by Oliver, as he would bring her upstairs. It seemed that they needed to talk about something, in private.[/i] [i]Mason could already some worry in Athena's gaze as she looked away from the laughing Sophia, directing her attention to Oliver and Niki, though she sighed and nodded nonetheless.[/i] [i]Isabella, meanwhile, would independently head into the kitchen and search for a drink.[/i]
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Sarah looked to the bastards with worry. But then, her gaze turned to Alistair, who was pointing to the ground. Mia looked to her nephew, "Hmm... yep... still cute." Ali fidgeted in her arms, trying to break free. Mason had briefly glanced to Oliver and Niki. Then, he tickled Sophia's little chin.
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[i]While Isabella had gotten herself a drink for herself and Freya, she sat down with the redhead, sighing.[/i] [b]Isabella[/b]: "So. How long do you give them." [b]Freya[/b]: "If Armillion is brought out of power.. they'll live happy, healthy lives." [b]Isabella[/b]: "Hey, we agree on something.." [i]Sophia giggled and laughed quietly then. She was already a quiet child.[/i]
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Sarah was carefully listening in to this, yet keeping a distance, occasionally looking to her sister and her son. Mia set down Ali, who crawled to the stairs, trying to use them to stand up. He was having little sucess. He fell a few times, on his butt, yet he did not cry. Mason sat down on the couch, gently tickling Sophia. Mia kept a watchful eye on him. She knew he was a little renegade.
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[b]Freya[/b]: "...You're still planning on doing it, yes?" [b]Isabella[/b]: "...Look, Ragnarok's return.. it gave me a thought. Maybe.. maybe there's a way out of this." [b]Freya[/b]: "It would be treason.." [b]Isabella[/b]: "...[i]Not when I rule[/i]." [i]She whispered quietly, while her eyes flickered over to Sarah. She knew.[/i] [i]Sophia giggled wildly, while Athena would watch the sweet girl laugh and chuckle. After a bit, Niki and Oliver came back, the latter standing next to Sarah.[/i] "Everything [i]seems[/i] to be working out.."
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"Hmm? Oh, yes, this is rather... nice. To see everyone getting along," Sarah noted. Alistair crawled to Oliver, grabbing his father's leg. Mason looked to Athena, "Would you like to hold her?" Mia chuckled at her nephew, "You get him, tiger."
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"Oh, you're active." [i]Oliver chuckled, then lifting up Alistair high. He cradled the child quietly, smiling to himself while his sister looked on. He was.. happy, truly.[/i] [i]Isabella and Freya had fallen into hushed exchanges, before the crippled latter of the two ended the conversation, with only a quiet nod.[/i] "Oh.. most certainly." [i]Athena nodded, offering her arms to little Sophia.[/i] "Funny, I.. suppose we're both excellent at this sort of thing. You being Sarah's father, and me being the wet nurse of Oliver, Niki, and Arthur, too."
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"And me! I mean, seriously. The older twin most overshadowed here!" Mia noted. Alistair gurgled, "Dada." "It was so long ago. I don't think I ever got to see them when they were at this age. It's a priveledge to see my grandchildren, and watch them grow," Mason recalled.
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"Forgive me, lady.. dear, there's two Lady Greys. And when this one grows up.. three, I suppose." [i]Athena chuckled, tickling Sophia quietly.[/i] "...Assuming that Oliver chooses to take that name, though. It would be.. fitting. Him being a bаstard, and all." "Greys and Golds.." [i]Isabella murmured quietly to herself, smirking before chugging her water.[/i] "Ain't that a fuсkin' coincidence.." [i]Oliver would smile up at young Alistair as he tickled his son then, though he offered him to Sarah still.[/i] "Still think he likes you more, to be honest. You handle him better. Actually.. you handle both better."
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"I think he just wants to roam around," Sarah replied. She carefully took Alistair and set him down. Immediately, he crawled to the stairs, he kept trying push his hands off the ground, trying to stand. Mia chuckled, watching him. He managed to stand up, leaning on the wall. Alistair took a step away from the wall. His arms stretched out, keeping his balance. He took another step, looking straight ahead. Sarah squealed with excitement, "He's trying to walk!"
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"This could end fantastically, or.." "In a really fuсkin' funny manner. Just like his dad's first time walking." [i]Isabella smiled, finishing Oliver's sentence.[/i] "Like, seriously. Dumbass could barely walk when he was younger." [i]Sophia seemed a little jealous, meanwhile.[/i] [spoiler]Want to timeskip?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]In Pms, sure.[/spoiler]
