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[The feed comes on by Mukuro's feet as Mukuro squats in the corner of the kitchen. He's still in the (dried) bloody covered scrubs and is sitting by his little bloody handprints he had left earlier in the week. But Mukuro isn't alone... he's got one of the babies too. It could be your baby, it could be just a random baby... but he's got one. Chances are he didn't ask the "parent" first.

He's humming happily, feeding spoonfuls to the baby, who is being almost unnaturally compliant. There's no crying, no fussing, the child is just obediently eating the spoonfuls Mukuro is feeding it]

Kufufu, don't worry. I'll take good care of you. Nobody bad will ever hurt you, I promise. This world isn't worth it. I'm going to erase it all... but you're not bad. I'm going to make sure you're not bad. So you can help make it a good world once I fix it.

[He giggles again and pets the baby just as the feed cuts]

searchformysin.livejournal.com

[The screen shows Oz looking at the screen, tired, clothes covered in food and god only knows what else. It was his first time actually having to look after a child. His sister he would of had help, but not it was different.]

I need to ask a question?

[Oz yawns for a moment as soon crying is heard in the background.]

Ah, she wasn't even asleep for an hour. Sorry, excuse me a moment.

[He smiles at the screen before he leaves the BlackBerry on the side for the moment to get get the child.]

What is it you need? Ow! Don't pull my hair, I'm trying to help.

[He returns to the desk with a young two year old terror, pulling and slightly hitting him as she cried, as all he could do is try and rock her.]

Sorry about this, but can anyone else me with her. Anything I try causes her to do.. well this.

[He leant over getting a small child's plate he had brought to his room before and a small pot of baby food, opening the lid while making sure she was staying on his lap, which wasn't very easy.]

Hey, don't try and climb off okay.

[He put the pot down and sort her out as the screen goes black.]

grabbyhandsthx.livejournal.com

( Cut for Gruesome. )

(( OOC: For anyone who didn't see it in OOC Comm, this is actually Light testing out the Death Note. Sneaky, no? ))

knifeybastard.livejournal.com

[[Bel is most obviously speaking Italian to anyone who's in the area listening, however, over the system it's hit or miss for translating it.

He's got his child sitting on his knee holding two blades under his careful instruction somewhere out in the yard.]]

«Hold them between your fingers. You have to understand how to hold these before we incorporate anything further. Good girl, you're learning fast.»

saiyanascension.livejournal.com

_{[ Vegeta's in the kitchen, baby in arm and bottle in hand. He's staring off into space with a deadpanned expression, almost as if the man had only known sleep for a few hours before it was whisked away by the endless needs of a saiyan baby. Had he been the man he was 5 years prior he would have simply left it outside someone else's door. But the Prince, in no right state of mind now, would ever leave an unstable creature in the hands of the unknowing, especially with Frieza, Berter and Zarbon on the loose in the house. The tiny little thing needed so much, and Vegeta could only guess here and there at what it might have wanted, and only sometimes would he get it right.

In the kitchen he sat, feeding the tailed infant from a warmed bottle. He waited for stillness in the bottle that would tell him it was done feeding, only paying it minor glances here and there as if to make sure the baby was still there, wrapped up in a periwinkle blanket in his arm. Still, the little pudgy thing continued to suckle on the bottle, large eyes closed, facial muscles relaxed, and tufts of black hair poking out from the blanket, crowning his forehead with a widow's peak much like his own. Vegeta looked at the little one and pressed his lips together briefly before wriggling the bottle with the nipple still in the baby's mouth. The little peaceful face creased with minor distress and it held on the bottle as if for dear life, whining as it ceased its suckling momentarily. ]}

Alright, alright...

djfreezyfrieza.livejournal.com

_{Have yourself a very irritated and tired looking Frieza. He has been keeping fairly quiet until today when finally...he realized that the kid was not going to go away. He looks as though he has not slept in a few days. There is a squalling 3 yrd old hanging from his arm and he shakes it to dislodge the screaming toddler.}

I will gladly grant anyone anything if they can destroy this...this...thing.

imatrollmon.livejournal.com

[Anyone within earshot of Vol'jin's hut would be hard pressed not to notice the commotion going on. There's a scruffy red-haired troll child on the roof of Vol'jin's (finally finished) hut... and rather irritated Vol'jin standing on the ground below.]

Ja best be gettin' down off dere. I be given' ja ta da count of "five" before I be coming up afta ya, and ja don't be wantin' me ta be comin' up afta ya. One.... two... tree... four...

[The baby just giggles and sticks out his tongue]

FIVE!

[And with one swing he makes it up on the thatched roof, as the child scampers away giggling like a little giggle fiend. The chase goes on for a few moments, until the child slips and almost takes a tumble off the roof. Of course Vol'jin manages to grab the child by the leg and pull him up. Holding the giggling child upside down he brings him face-to-face. How to punish this one now? Vol'jin smirks and legs go of the child's leg, letting him drop about a foot before catching him again, only this time Vol'jin is the one laughing. The child looks mortified for a moment before he catches on and starts laughing too. Vol'jin jumps off the roof of his hut and sets the child on the ground and watches as he happily scurries off to get in more trouble.

Probably divine punishment for all the trouble he caused in the village back in his younger days...]

mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com

[The feed shows the Bunny's hutch, back intact; the Bunny seems a little too comfortable, almost, flopped out with a cigar and a prepared salad.]

Alright, this is more like it!

Thanks, Doc; it sure is nice to have the old place back.

About that bargain - You see all those run-down empty places out in back?

Those are just a start; they're not gonna stay empty run-down shacks for long.

So, what do you guys want around here?

thumbonmylip.livejournal.com

[[L has seen what happens when someone doesn't take care of their child and with Mello pint sized, the last thing he needs is to have that happen to him.

Roll tape.
L is in his usual sitting position, except he's taken said position on the middle of his bed. His thumb poised at his lip as it pushes the soft flesh askew from its normal position until inevitably it falls the wayside and his blank expression returns to its rightful start. Plucked between pointer and thumb in his other hand, the detective is studying what seems to be a little pink bow between his fingers.

His eyes are glued to it, so much so that this could be the one thing that solves the Kira case if he hadn't already. Long, spidery arms reach forward and out of the screen's view where a small set of undoubtedly slobber filled giggles awaits the person watching long enough to hear the gleeful noises.]]

There.
Now you'll be unmistakeable as a girl, Elle.

[[His arms raise again and a small infant comes into view, pink bows set in no particular order in her hair tied meticulously in the raven locks just long enough to hold them. It looks a mess even if to the detective it doesn't. To him, it's fashion statement of the century for babies.]]

andsuddenlydynamite

[Well, naturally Hayato was notoriously terrible with children, and with his condition his patience was stretched even thinner then usual. It probably took all of ten minutes of being in the room with the kid before he got fed up with it and tried to throw his shoe at it , so of course Hayato had been baby-ified like the rest of the bad mommy's out there.

And his child self had some serious business to take care of! After bothering about several people with his child nonsense he finally thought to get practicing for his upcoming piano recital! Hoping that if he was good enough, maybe he wouldn't have to eat his sister's cookies again...

So Hayato had found the music room and plopped himself down to play the first piece he could find. Of course he's no professional, he messes up here and there, but considering his age and the complexity of the piece he's rather gifted. Anyone in the general vicinity of the music room is free to come listen, and bother him.]

blondmage.livejournal.com

If anyone finds a three year old running around by himself, can you please report it to me.

[Soon some crying is heard in the background.]

Don't cry Annabelle, I'll be with you in just a second. I bet you need your diaper changing.

[Quickly need to make the message short.]

But if he is paying attention to this, can you please come back? I need to look after you till I can find your father.

Thank you for listening.

fastest-speed.livejournal.com

[Burter has amassed small group of children around him through a suave system of candy and being big and blue. He's been holding their attention with his posing (which they seem to enjoy and he, in turn, enjoys the attention) and general boisterousness. A few have scurried off in fear of his appearance, but those who remain?

They are learning the finer points of "Rock-Paper-Scissors".]

No, no! Paper beats rock!

[He takes a child's hand and lays it flat over the fist of another.]

Like that, see?

[The children, in turn, give him blank glossy stares and sit there. Burter looks to the others.]

You get it, right?

[Recognition? There is none. Burter sighs.]

...Alright! Who wants more candy?!

chaotictherapy.livejournal.com

[The feed begins with an all too familiar crackling. Pyramid Head's room wasn't the most inviting of places. Let alone the most ideal place to keep a small child in, yet for some reason the Author deemed him capable of taking care of a baby. It was probably why it was crying. His approach was slow as ever examining the infant. It was a healthy male. Just increasingly distressed.

Leaning down he lifted the baby from the wicker basket. Anyone watching and aware of Pyramid Head's moments of violence will probably be fearing the worst for the child. Before any indication to the child's fate is given the feed abruptly cuts out with a shrill burst of white noise and static.]

last-dracula.livejournal.com

[There's a video feed that seems to be from somewhere in the hallway, not that far off the ground; it seems to be of the ceiling of the hallway, at a decent rate of speed, accompanied by a very tiny child-pitched squeal of joy.]

[Also accompanied by the sound of someone clattering down the stairs behind like a herd of elephants and franting yelling.]

-ACK HERE WITH THAT - NO NO NOT THAT WAY, GET BACK HERE - WHERE ARE YOU EVEN -AAAAAAIIIIIGGGHHHHH!

[At which point there is a crash as somewhere back behind the child, out of camera-view, Soma trips over a low-lying piece of furniture; you faintly here, fading behind the camera-] Hermana, I'm sorry for everything...

[Yes, Soma is chasing a little white-haired three year old down the hallway.]

[The kid's doing a pretty good job outstripping him, too - Just lookit those little legs go!]

[Video responses will be much later, after he's finally gotten his Blackberry back.]

soiled-my-cuffs.livejournal.com

[the feed turns on, but the image is of a child on the bed. Balthier speaks from off-screen.] While I appreciate the gift, I think that it should return home, don't you agree? After all, this is hardly the place for such a young hume - and even it if were, It's probably more effort than it's worth. Costly, too.

[There's a few moment's silence, and then a small whooshing sound, not unsimilar to wind. The child disappears. there's a satisfied sound, before the communicator is dropped. It bounces on the floor slightly, and then settels on the ground, a crooked image of a young child peering at the screen. He giggles, and the dangling earring in his ear jingles slightly distracting him for a minute. he then stands up, picks up the phone because it's shiny, and starts wondering around the halls looking for his father.]

beautiful-brute.livejournal.com

[Guess who has an ugly reptilian baby? And guess who isn't happy?]

What is this? Surely I am not expected to care for this thing.

[He scoffs and turns from the child.]

Take it away.

pineapple_fairy

[Well after he took a FABULOUS shower and got dressed in his FABULOUSLY clean clothes, Mukuro was greeted but the not-so-fabulous sound of a screaming child. Of course he wasted no time in trying to simply illusion the creature out of existence... which is VERY bad parenting skills.]

[Video feed starts]

[There's a child standing in the center of Mukuro's room. He's pale, thin, and looks almost sickly, the fact that he's in hospital garb probably only adds to the effect. He doesn't seem to be aware of the change of environment just yet, he's too fascinated with the warm red substance on his hand. He's covered in blood, and judging by the weapon in his hand and the smile on his face, it's not his blood. He looks up to where the other two boys had been previously only to see the blackberry where they stood. He walks over to it, the unnervingly calm smile not leaving his face. He just looks at it a moment, and pulls off the bandage over his right eye revealing a swollen and irritated stitched in red eye with the Kanji numeral 1 in it.]

Kufufufu...

[Mukuro raises the weapon over his head and brings it down on the blackberry, destroying it. Trying to figure out exactly what's going on he strolls out into the hallway, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in his wake.]

((OOC: As stated in the OOC post- Mukuro is RIGHT in the middle of a MAJOR psychotic break, and doesn't have full control over his powers yet. He will also not hesitate to lash out at anyone who he will deem a threat... or a bad person... and his logic about figuring out who is a threat and who's bad is kind of WARPED, so consider yourself warned))

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