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Kyle rested his hands beind his head, and just listened to his daughter and best friend talk before Bellamy came to poke his head in Kyle's room. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty, breakfast is almost ready," This was one advantage to living with someone else--Bellamy cooked better then he did. Kyle cleaned better, but Bellamy cooked better.

Kyle pushed from bed and changed while Bellamy had their daughter busy, and by the time he joined the main room they were joining him. "Morning, Honey." Kyle teased, a joke he had made often over the years. "Catch anything big?" Reaching for their daughter, Kyle pulled hr from Bellamy's arms, so Bellamy could either change if he wanted to cook. Kyle tossed her some in the air, before dropping her standing on the table. With a ruffle of her hair, he then moved to begin getting out some water for everyone.

Naevia! I think if it's ok with the wifie (the one we share) we can give her the Mama's last name to keep the boys from fighting over who's name she will have?

What say you to making the thread when the kid is like 4 plus years old? Get past the start up and get to the good parts! Maybe anywhere between 4 - 10 years old?

Where the hell is our kid, Bellamy? Why I am the only one who don't get a kid? YOU HAVE ONE WITH YOUR SISTER FOR GOODNESS SHAKES! BEFORE ME!

In a reasonably fair fight . . . . who do you think would win?

So I am going to name two people, whomever replies next will answer it, explain why, and then name two other people for the next person to reply too!! IF someone post with something you disagree with, you can challenge their comments after you answer the question for your turn! 

ALSO to define reasonably fair - Means no nukes. You only have your brains, and whatever NORMAL weapons they carry. Don't be a little bitch and just say 'they'd shoot them' either. PLAY WITH IT!

Bellamy Blake vs Indra 

She walked toward him, and he grinned knowing he had her now. They both knew she needed him his help on whatever it was she was trying to fix to prove tot he Ark that she was the biggest baddest whatever she wanted to be. Which he didn't mind helping her, because he enjoyed bickering with her. "You know those dead thrusters outside Mecha," "No." He told her, not as in 'I don't know about them' but in a 'don't you dare ask me to tackle this' type of tone! "Well I’m gonna fix them.” He tossed his tablet on the table side him because he knew what was coming next. “And you’re going to help me do that.” THERE it was!

"Rayes, do you know how long they have not worked for?" She asked her, and paused for a moment to give her ah chance to answer--but he also spoke up and kept going BEFORE she could, "Longer then I've been studying the Ark!" And he was good at his job because he had been working toward this job for years! If he kept this up, he was aiming to replace Jake Griffin in 20 plus years and be the head Engineer. Which meant he had to know everything about the Ark--which meant he knew all too well about the thrusters!

"They don't just not work! It's not just one thruster! It's a set of a whole section that you'd have to break open and and look at and see what you need to build around, and then rebuild it, and then try to get in in place! EVEN if that was doable--which it's not!--No one has figured out where the trouble is coming from! I'd have to replan the whole section of outer wiring to try and cut out half the old wiring in order to cancel out the whatever went wrong in the first place!" Wick stared at her for a moment, before his 'you're asking too much of me' tone shifted to his 'I think that might work' tone. "Which is actually not a bad idea." Grabbing a marker from the table he walked over to his board and began erasing everything on it.

"Did you go look at it?" He asked, thinking more then hearing her now, "Can you get them off?"

“Do you mean that?” She asked and he almost got offended, but there was something in her face that told him she wasn't asking because she had doubts in him. With Raven it was hard to tell how she felt about him--them. He was too close and was emotionally bias. With everything else he could almost see what she was thinking, but when it came to this--he had nothing. “Because if we’re going to do this you have to be in it for the long haul,” That sounded promising. She was linking names. “You can’t let me down Wick,” Had he ever? Did she honestly think he would? “You can’t let us down.” Her hand was on her belly, and he felt a knife like pain in his chest at the idea that she might think he wouldn't want this, or at the idea that she might even wish the father was someone else.

"Rayes," He started, and paused for just a half second after saying her name to make sure he knew what he was doing. He almost made a joke in stead of saying what he did. He wanted too. He wanted to let the sarcasm that he often hide behind out and joke about how if a mount full of men with drills had not scared him off an baby wasn't going too. Something to direct the attention away from any sort of vulnerability. But he didn't. In stead he was just honest. "I can't think of anything Id rather do, then be apart of this." He knew about her mother, though not from her directly. He knew that Finn had picked someone else too. But he hoped she knew he wasn't like them. He knew what he wanted, and wasn't going to do something stupid to loose it.

AND because he couldn't be serious forever--because old habits die hard--he had to make a joke. "Babies are those small humans that cry, right? I'm just making sure I know what we are talking about." Grinning, he waited for her reaction.

Wick walked in and paused when he saw who was there in a chair he paused. Not because he was surprised someone else was in here (thought he was), but because of the chair. Oh shit. Just the night before there had been only one chair in here--and he asked for more chairs--but he had also taken all the screws out of the chair so that when someone shifted their weight too hard in it . . . . it would all fall part. "Gooooooddd morning," Wick returned, his voice almost expectant. He turned to the side to put down his bag, but then paused again.

Oh hell there was another chair and it looked just like the other one. Turning to look at the other side of the room he saw another chair. Again--just like this one. Which meant it was no a game of musical chairs. "What you doing?" He asked, same tone of expectancy, while watching Monty closely. He was trying to see if the chair was going to fall part. It left Wick knowing this was either going to be climatic--or anti-climatic. Maybe Raven would come in and see it and then--Oh bloody everlasting hell she'd kill him if it was her chair!

Wick hurried over to her chair and shook it hard. Nothing. Good. Looking up at Monty he grinned, "Just checking." She covered, and watched him some more. Wick walked over to his station and not looking away from the younger man. "Cause you never know." Pulling his bag down in his chair the there was a pop and the whole thing crumbled into all it's parts from the weight. Wick didn't look away from Monty but his grin got bigger. "I didn't build that."

Wick was struggling in his own way from the aftermath of the mountain. He'd killed someone there, and had seen the woman he loved drilled on while she cried out in pain. Then he'd seen the bodies of everyone dead. While he knew it was different for everyone, Wick dealt with it in humor. He played pranks--a lot of them. It helped him not think about things.