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A bobcat and a squirrel walk into a house...
Feb 3rd; Hillingdon House
Daryl was a hunter. Daryl was a good hunter. He could set a snare and shoot a turkey between the eyes at a hundred paces. What Daryl was not was a trapper. Keeping the things he hunted alive usually went against his nature.
Today, just a few hours before stomping through Hillingdon's doors, that nature had been challenged and he, well...
"I need a trapper," he announced loudly and tersely, shoulders tense and eyes darting around to see if anyone understood what he was talking about. "Pest control, even. The kind that do humane trapping that don't kill or harm the rodents. Anyone know anyone?"
At worst, one of the mice or rat shifters might. Was better than nothing.
Feb 5th; A park (Dawn); Closed to first responder
Daryl had a trap. He had the kid's scent. And now he just had to find her and convince her the trap wasn't a trap and... hell, would she even understand what he was saying? He'd only managed to realize she was human in some sense when she'd decided shifting and kicking him in the head would do more to save her ass than squeaking loudly as his paws came down on her. Convincing her he wasn't out to eat her now might be impossible.
Which is why he had back up. Turning to his accomplice, he whispered, (not for the first time), "If I can't get her to come eat, you gotta do it for me. I can take watch."
Because having someone on watch was very important. Especially if she shifted again. Two grown adults chasing a naked 3 or 4 year old in a public park would look really, really, really bad. God help them if it took all day...
Feb 5th; Dinnertime; For Liadan
Daryl pounded on the door to Liadan's place. The day had been a very long and tiring one and he hadn't been able to get his daily nap in which meant he was cranky as all get out. The tiny squirrel squirming around in the bandana he held tightly shut was not doing anything to calm him down, either. He knew he needed to let the kid out, but he couldn't do it at his house (he'd tried, that was a disaster: see lack of nap). And Liadan had experience with some of the Clan's children, so it was to her he went.
Between Feb 8th to around Feb 20th; Hillingdon House
It wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened in the back rooms of Hillingdon. Every so often one of the shifters tied to the clan couldn't get a sitter or didn't feel comfortable just yet with leaving their kid somewhere so they brought them to the house and set them off in one of the side rooms where they couldn't get into too much trouble. And every so often those kids would be small enough and just discovering their ability to shift that they ended up naked and running through the house. This was simply the first time Daryl had to deal with it and the kid wasn't even his. Well, technically. He was having no luck finding any info on Squirrel shifters that had lost a child in the last five years so chances were her parents were either out of the country, or dead.
Still, over the last few days, sight had become a regular one at the house. A small girl, maybe on the cusp of turning four, galloping through the non-public rooms giggling like a banshee and followed after by one Daryl Dixon, red as an apple, yelling at her to "GET BACK HERE AND PUT YOUR DAMN CLOTHES ON!".
After the 20th; Around London, but especially Richmond
It took almost three weeks to get the girl to listen to him and not try to shift in public and to keep her clothes on when she was human. A fair achievement for someone that had the literal attention span of a squirrel. Alert, but not necessarily focused. By then she was nearly attached to him by the hip and Daryl had started to take her out with him on his daily errands and even to work. He did his best to maintain her attention by talking to her in a quiet and constant string of explanations about what things were and what he was doing and that she really shouldn't try to touch that one thing there or put it in her mouth (oh dear lord not the anti-freeze!). Whether he'd intended to or not from the get go, he'd kind of adopted her and would need to put paperwork in soon with the right officials to try and make it, well, official.
That could probably wait until next month, though. For the moment, he was okay with carrying her on his hip or holding her hand and guiding her around while she stared at everything with wide eyes and wonder. Hopefully she'd start talking to him soon. He could only hope she was half understanding him as it was.
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After the door was firmly closed behind them, she asked "What exactly is going on?"
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Daryl held the bandana up again, though he was clearly being careful about how he was holding it so as not to jostle whatever was inside too much.
"She's got too much energy and gets into too many corners. Tried letting her out at my place and she just tore it right up. Figured she'd hide for a few hours, get used to the room, that sorta thing. Nah... She zipped about looking at everything, climbing on everything, pushing shit off shelves. Chewing on shit she shouldn't. I need you ta watch her for a couple hours. Please. You handle kids all the time, you can do that, right?"
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Feb. 9th
He watched the child zoom around at top speed and he was getting tired just looking at her. Little girl seemed to have an abundance of energy. He watched them pass by one, two, and three times before he finally decided to intervene. "Want help?" He asked Daryl, trying very hard to suppress the amused note coloring his tone.
Feb. 9th
He let himself slow to a stop and lean up against a wall to catch his breath. Her jumper dangling from his fingertips where his hand sat at his hip. He had to take a couple before he could respond to one of their resident ghosts. One he didn't see much, but had seen around. Guy was creepy with that weird mask and Daryl always wondered if maybe he was suffocated by it and that's why he still had it in death. Never quite curious enough to actually ask, though.
"You think you can herd her back this way, sure."
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He disappeared and reappeared right in front of the girl. She skidded to a stop, looking up at the masked ghost with surprise. This was a new development. He wasn't actively looking to scare her. That would just rile her up more and Daryl would never catch her. Slowly, he took one glove off, and brought the two fingers up to his mouth. Slipping them under the edge of the mask, he used them to create a piercing whistle. She'd been a rodent most of her life, and they did have a tendency to react to loud sounds. Just as he was hoping, the whistle combined with his unnatural look startled the girl into turning around, heading right back towards Daryl.
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"Nah, nah nah nah," he chided lightly, holding her firmly before dropping do the floor and sitting down with her. He kept his eyes open for the ghost returning as he lightly wrestled her into his lap so he could get the jumper on. She just wanted to climb and cling. It was in her nature and she was very used to listening to her instincts.
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She approaches him with a smile, and was about to ask if he had a few minutes to chat when she realized oh- there was a small child on his hip.
"Oh, hullo there, lovely," Nancy said, looking at the little girl. Her voice was soft and warm. "Who's this, then?" She glanced up at Daryl, assuming she was his daughter. They didn't know each other well enough for her to be aware of any family of his. For all she knew, he could be married with kids.
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After a second he realized she'd asked about the little terror in his arms and he bounced her while turning to smile at her. Her attention was locked on Nancy.
"This here is Dammit Girl-"
"Dammit!" she repeated. Loudly. With a grin.
"-but I've been trying to get her to respond to Willow. Ain't had much luck."
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She glances over at Daryl. "She's not your daughter, I'll take it?" There's a careful note in her words. She was not above stealing Dammit Girl and taking her someplace safe, if she had any indication Daryl could be a threat to her. But the girl seemed happy enough with Daryl.
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Daryl blushed a little with embarrassment at her enthusiasm for the word, but he wasn't that upset about it. He had to readjust her on his hip as her attention was pulled away by a pigeon coming to land not far from them and peck at some fallen food. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed, as if about to climb.
"Nah, don't do that," he said, taking a second to pat her on the back and shift her just enough he could get his face in front of hers and redirect that short focus. "You need to stay here, okay? We're talkin' to Nancy now."
He spun his body and walked sideways to get closer to Nancy and get Willow looking at her again, "This is Nancy."
Whatever worry Nancy had, Daryl missed it totally with how completely the girl in his arms had him wrapped around her fingers. He looked over at her, "Ain't sure her age. She's only just learning to talk. Think it's close to four, though, from her size. Still working on getting the paperwork filed to make her mine. Shuffling her off to somewhere else after I got her used to me enough to stay human when she's with me didn't seem like the right thing to do."
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Feb 3rd
"Yeah, I know someone. Not sure if he'll be too happy about finding out I've been hanging around a bobcat, but he's in pest control and has a very strict personal policy against harming rodents. Why? What's up?"
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"Got a squirrel I need caught." Straightforward. A little rushed because it was kind of urgent and he was panicking a little. "Out in Richmond Park. Near Sawyer's Hill. Don't know how to catch 'em without using claws."
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"uh..." Daryl blinked, looking Roddy over a second, "Better if you introduce us. And yeah. She's a shifter. Likes to stay a squirrel and needs to be grabbed before she causes too much trouble."
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Then she approaches, her smile almost uncertain. Natasha isn't what one might call experienced with children. "Daryl. Whose your friend?"
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"This is Willow," he answers, patting her head with one hand and trying to pry her fingers off with the other. "She's getting tired. We been out all day. Sorry about this."
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"Looks like you've had an exciting time since the last time we ran into each other."
She crouches down to look at the child then, her head cocked to one side. "Hello, Willow. Is this guy good for a ride?"
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between feb 8-20
Sirius has to take a quick step back into the kitchen to avoid the girl flying by, before glancing up at Daryl. He's trying not look too amused, but has been finding that rather difficult lately.
"Do I even want to ask?"
He has the jist of the situation, but it's more fun to tease. Even if he's asking for trouble.
Re: between feb 8-20
"Found her the park. No parents. Don't understand human just yet, but sure as hell knows her squirrel." He glanced over at Sirius, "but I sure as fuck don't."
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"Can't say I do either, though I will admit to chasing a few in my time. Of the regular variety, mind."
And he was past that now. Not that he didn't get the urge when he could hear one chattering away on a tree.
"Need a hand?"
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Feb 5th
The trap was set up, baited with peanut butter. It was, Roddy noted to himself, probably better that it was him and not his father, as his father would have likely been suspicious of all of this, and this was difficult enough even with them both focused on the task.
"Maybe you could keep watch from somewhere downwind and out of her direct line of sight. Or maybe if you just...don't look as interested in where she's at. Rodents tend to get a little nervous when a cat is giving them a lot of attention."
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After it was set, he moved off - downwind as suggested - and sat down to wait.
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Roddy crouched low to the ground before glancing around, making sure no one was in sight, before he whispered, "Hey!"
The squirrel shifter looked over at him and froze. And so he did a partial shift, altering his face to be somewhat shifted into a rat face, before shifting back to human.
"I'm like you."
And he hoped she'd have some understanding of what he was trying to show her.
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