Personification Life - Part Deux

[Dabfia]

The soldier stumbles into the kitchen hoping to find someone to tell her where she is.

[Monfrox]

The Demon continued to sob into her hands as her black tears dripped from between her fingers.

Aeritha spoke no more, simply held her as she cried.

The demon wiped her eyes and took out another small, empty vial. She waved her hand up from the puddle of blackness that had pooled under her and willed it into the vial. It flowed and streamed in. The tear that Aeritha had wiped had also joined the flow into the vial. She would find that as the tear moved off her hand, it stole away the body heat from wherever it touched.

[Giovenith]

Aeritha spoke no more, simply held her as she cried.

The demon wiped her eyes and took out another small, empty vial. She waved her hand up from the puddle of blackness that had pooled under her and willed it into the vial. It flowed and streamed in. The tear that Aeritha had wiped had also joined the flow into the vial. She would find that as the tear moved off her hand, it stole away the body heat from wherever it touched.

Aeritha smiled comfortingly, "What are you doing?"

[Germanic Templars]

*Thriller walked into the kitchen, grabbing his favorite mug out of the cabinet and pouring himself some coffee before shuffling to the dining room to sit down*

[Swith Witherward]

The soldier stumbles into the kitchen hoping to find someone to tell her where she is.

"Why can't people just walk into this house?" Naomi slid off the chair and helped the soldier into it.

"Hello? Are you okay?" She poured the soldier a glass of water and glanced up as Thriller walked in to get coffee for himself.

"Thriller, can you help?" Naomi wasn't expecting anyone to help; they hadn't budged when she was screaming for someone to save the BranRiech girl earlier.

[Dabfia]

The soldier stumbles into the kitchen hoping to find someone to tell her where she is.

"Why can't people just walk into this house?" Naomi slid off the chair and helped the soldier into it.

"Hello? Are you okay?" She poured the soldier a glass of water and glanced up as Thriller walked in to get coffee for himself.

"Thriller, can you help?" Naomi wasn't expecting anyone to help; they hadn't budged when she was screaming for someone to save the BranRiech girl earlier.

"Well, not really considering i crashed my ship in the nearby woods." The soldier replied adjusting her helmet.

[Monfrox]

The demon wiped her eyes and took out another small, empty vial. She waved her hand up from the puddle of blackness that had pooled under her and willed it into the vial. It flowed and streamed in. The tear that Aeritha had wiped had also joined the flow into the vial. She would find that as the tear moved off her hand, it stole away the body heat from wherever it touched.

Aeritha smiled comfortingly, "What are you doing?"

"My tears are as cold as they are useful. So I always keep an empty vial on hand for when the occasion strikes." She explained. She took in a deep breath as she pocketed the now full vial. "I really need to stop crying like a baby." She said.

[Germanic Templars]

The soldier stumbles into the kitchen hoping to find someone to tell her where she is.

"Why can't people just walk into this house?" Naomi slid off the chair and helped the soldier into it.

"Hello? Are you okay?" She poured the soldier a glass of water and glanced up as Thriller walked in to get coffee for himself.

"Thriller, can you help?" Naomi wasn't expecting anyone to help; they hadn't budged when she was screaming for someone to save the BranRiech girl earlier.

*Thriller stared apathetically, he then placed his coffee on the table and helped the trooper to a chair before returning to his without saying a word*

[Swith Witherward]

"Well, not really considering i crashed my ship in the nearby woods." The soldier replied adjusting her helmet.

Naomi knelt down and looked into the soldier's face. "Miss, do you need a doctor? We don't have one. Well, we do but he might remove an organ or take a bunch of samples without your permission. We have Bran and Swith, and they heal."

Naomi looked at Thriller's departure back to his own seat, and at the absorbed Demon and goddess' child, then back to the soldier. Her little, gentle heart felt crushed. She mustered up her courage and stood between dining room and kitchen, giving them all a piece of her mind (which came out a heck of a lot more forcefully that even she had expected)

"You people are all selfish bastards. Every last one of you. There's someone here who needs medical attention. The raptors almost ate Bran's girlfriend and no one raised an eyebrow. I will never help any of you ever again. It's always all about you and never about anyone else. And most of you never even say THANK YOU. So... well... go f*ck yourselves!"

Her face blazed to a horrified, self-conscious blush and she felt terrible for saying such harsh things. Naomi wanted to crawl under the carpet. She burst into tears of frustration and returned to the soldier.

[Giovenith]

Aeritha smiled comfortingly, "What are you doing?"

"My tears are as cold as they are useful. So I always keep an empty vial on hand for when the occasion strikes." She explained. She took in a deep breath as she pocketed the now full vial. "I really need to stop crying like a baby." She said.

"No, it's okay to cry sometimes. What's not okay is to just stay laying down after you're done."

[Germanic Templars]

"Well, not really considering i crashed my ship in the nearby woods." The soldier replied adjusting her helmet.

Naomi knelt down and looked into the soldier's face. "Miss, do you need a doctor? We don't have one. Well, we do but he might remove an organ or take a bunch of samples without your permission. We have Bran and Swith, and they heal."

Naomi looked at Thriller's departure back to his own seat, and at the absorbed Demon and goddess' child, then back to the soldier. Her little, gentle heart felt crushed. She mustered up her courage and stood between dining room and kitchen, giving them all a piece of her mind (which came out a heck of a lot more forcefully that even she had expected)

"You people are all selfish bastards. Every last one of you. There's someone here who needs medical attention. The raptors almost ate Bran's girlfriend and no one raised an eyebrow. I will never help any of you ever again. It's always all about you and never about anyone else. And most of you never even say THANK YOU. So... well... go f*ck yourselves!"

Her face blazed to a horrified, self-conscious blush and she felt terrible for saying such harsh things. Naomi wanted to crawl under the carpet. She burst into tears of frustration and returned to the soldier.

*Thriller got up, walked to his room, he then brought back his nano glove and a medical bag and went up to the injured person and started to heal their injuries*

[The BranRiech]

After finishing their meals, the couple walked back to the apartment and decided to sit in the quiet lobby and talk.

". . . And that's when they didn't aknowledge the fact that I had brought them all Waffles. To tell the truth, I was kind of pissed that they couldn't take half a second to nod their head my way or even say thank you."

"Oh please . . . I bet what they were doing was important."

"I guess you're right, but I doubt they would've cared if I ran out on fire either . . . The bastards. They probably see me as a nuisance or something."

[Dabfia]

"Well, not really considering i crashed my ship in the nearby woods." The soldier replied adjusting her helmet.

Naomi knelt down and looked into the soldier's face. "Miss, do you need a doctor? We don't have one. Well, we do but he might remove an organ or take a bunch of samples without your permission. We have Bran and Swith, and they heal."

Naomi looked at Thriller's departure back to his own seat, and at the absorbed Demon and goddess' child, then back to the soldier. Her little, gentle heart felt crushed. She mustered up her courage and stood between dining room and kitchen, giving them all a piece of her mind (which came out a heck of a lot more forcefully that even she had expected)

"You people are all selfish bastards. Every last one of you. There's someone here who needs medical attention. The raptors almost ate Bran's girlfriend and no one raised an eyebrow. I will never help any of you ever again. It's always all about you and never about anyone else. And most of you never even say THANK YOU. So... well... go f*ck yourselves!"

Her face blazed to a horrified, self-conscious blush and she felt terrible for saying such harsh things. Naomi wanted to crawl under the carpet. She burst into tears of frustration and returned to the soldier.

"Probably, just not the doctor you talked about." She said before the outburst. "People are cruel, like most people i've met in my life." The soldier then looked at Thriller who was tending to her wounds. "Thank you" She said.

[Swith Witherward]

*Thriller got up, walked to his room, he then brought back his nano glove and a medical bag and went up to the injured person and started to heal their injuries*

"Thank you," Naomi whispered, still incredibly embarrassed. "I didn't forget that you helped me yesterday and I'm sorry I called you a selfish bastard. I came by this morning to thank you."

She left the soldier in Thriller's care and returned to her apartment.

ooc: need to get up early, so goodnight!

[Monfrox]

"My tears are as cold as they are useful. So I always keep an empty vial on hand for when the occasion strikes." She explained. She took in a deep breath as she pocketed the now full vial. "I really need to stop crying like a baby." She said.

"No, it's okay to cry sometimes. What's not okay is to just stay laying down after you're done."

"What are you saying?" She asked.

[Giovenith]

"No, it's okay to cry sometimes. What's not okay is to just stay laying down after you're done."

"What are you saying?" She asked.

"There are too many people these days who take one or the other... they either cry, and never do anything about their situation, or they try to fix things, but act as if nothing is the matter... both are incredibly unhealthy. It is okay to admit that you are in pain. It is okay to cry, to weep, to curse, to say that you have had a rough time, because you have. But what we all need to remember is that nothing gets better unless we trudge on, and at least attempt to make things better. Old memories will never fade away, but we can water them down by adding good memories to them."

[Dabfia]

The soldier gets up despite her wounds not being healed fully.
"Much better." She said to herself

[Germanic Templars]

The soldier gets up despite her wounds not being healed fully.
"Much better." She said to herself

*Thriller nods then heads back to his table to drink his coffee*

[Dabfia]

The soldier walks out the kitchen and into the lobby.
"Now to find out what the hell happened and how i got here." She said to herself.

[Monfrox]

"What are you saying?" She asked.

"There are too many people these days who take one or the other... they either cry, and never do anything about their situation, or they try to fix things, but act as if nothing is the matter... both are incredibly unhealthy. It is okay to admit that you are in pain. It is okay to cry, to weep, to curse, to say that you have had a rough time, because you have. But what we all need to remember is that nothing gets better unless we trudge on, and at least attempt to make things better. Old memories will never fade away, but we can water them down by adding good memories to them."

"So then what do you propose I do then?" She asked.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

After finishing their meals, the couple walked back to the apartment and decided to sit in the quiet lobby and talk.

". . . And that's when they didn't aknowledge the fact that I had brought them all Waffles. To tell the truth, I was kind of pissed that they couldn't take half a second to nod their head my way or even say thank you."

"Oh please . . . I bet what they were doing was important."

"I guess you're right, but I doubt they would've cared if I ran out on fire either . . . The bastards. They probably see me as a nuisance or something."

Arthur walked through the lobby carrying a roll of plastic sheets. "Ummm...Hello Bran, sorry about trying to eat your girlfriend." he said and scratched the back of his head.

[Giovenith]

"There are too many people these days who take one or the other... they either cry, and never do anything about their situation, or they try to fix things, but act as if nothing is the matter... both are incredibly unhealthy. It is okay to admit that you are in pain. It is okay to cry, to weep, to curse, to say that you have had a rough time, because you have. But what we all need to remember is that nothing gets better unless we trudge on, and at least attempt to make things better. Old memories will never fade away, but we can water them down by adding good memories to them."

"So then what do you propose I do then?" She asked.

"That, is something only you can decide."

[Dabfia]

After finishing their meals, the couple walked back to the apartment and decided to sit in the quiet lobby and talk.

". . . And that's when they didn't aknowledge the fact that I had brought them all Waffles. To tell the truth, I was kind of pissed that they couldn't take half a second to nod their head my way or even say thank you."

"Oh please . . . I bet what they were doing was important."

"I guess you're right, but I doubt they would've cared if I ran out on fire either . . . The bastards. They probably see me as a nuisance or something."

Arthur walked through the lobby carrying a roll of plastic sheets. "Ummm...Hello Bran, sorry about trying to eat your girlfriend." he said and scratched the back of his head.

The Soldier looks at NVE.
"Hey! you! do you know what country this place is?" She asked him

[The BranRiech]

Arthur walked through the lobby carrying a roll of plastic sheets. "Ummm...Hello Bran, sorry about trying to eat your girlfriend." he said and scratched the back of his head.

Bran turned up to Arthur and smiled
"yeah . . . I would have been kind of peeved if you had."

"Only peeved? Not full blown pissed?"

"Well . . . Oh hey Arthur, could you see if the idiots in the kitchen ate the Waffles I left for them? I think they don't like me anymore . . ."

[Germanic Templars]

*Thriller finished his coffee and was taking his medical equipment back to his room but when crossing through the lobby he saw Arthur and stopped for a bit* "Oh great, its the xenophobe." *he mumbled*