PL IC Thread IX++ //Oddsbodikins & Atomic Kittens//

[Torsiedelle]

"Yeah, go ahead. There's still some hot water. Oh, and be careful, the floor is tiled."

Torii flopped back onto the bed, resting her head in one hand, and went back to watching TV. Katya put her plate away and walked by as well, thinking about nothing in particular as she went to check outside one of their windows. Those kids and their drama could stick to their own corners.

[Germanic Templars]

Nine in the morning, the sun's out and the day is starting to warm up. Perfect time to go out and have fun.

Such in the sense that Max was out on the rooftop with his rifle, cleaning the small parts to it while relaxing in regular clothing that was handed down to him from Thriller: a yellow shirt and jeans. He enjoyed the sights of the horizon everytime he wasn't looking down at his gun, while also enjoying the smells that waffed through the breeze. Indeed a good time to be out and about.

Max sat there for a moment, thinking about how he didn't have to worry about anything trying to kill him or run from him. Then it hit him. Max looked up to the horizon, off into the bay and realized something: Peace. A commodity that he never got during his time working in the third district. All he ever knew was the art of killing, but never knew about peace, or rather, never experienced it. For once the shepherd smiled with content before going back to cleaning his gun.

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Off in the market, Dr. Smith browsed around at all of the food and other things for sale. He already bought some oranges that he never intended on eating, but rather experienting mold on.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Very well Mr. Itum, I trust you will do the right thing." Neil said as he pressed a button under his desk. NVE promptly came in and stood beside Velocidoctor with a scowl on his face. "De-Stasis the good raptor, would you kindly?" Neil ordered his clone in the darker suit. NVE grunted in displeasure as he took out the Stasis Projector out of his jacket and reversed the polarity.

Without firing a shot, the effect was removed and Velocidoctor drew a deep breath. "Not again, I'm jumping out of this van." Velocidoctor said quickly and threw himself out of the chair and onto the floor. He swiftly tore the wrapping paper off and looked at his new surroundings. The old hybrid looked a lot older than the last time they met, and his fashion sense had changed to Edwardian. Seeing two Raptors, a man, a cat, and a cyborg in a fireplace lit office he quickly began to assess the information. Suddenly Septimus' face registered with him even after all the centuries of travel. "Septimus? What are you doing here? With them?" he asked confused and let the minute details and facial expressions set in. "No, not with them. So that is why they trapped me here." he gleaned. "It's been quite a while hasn't it?" he greeted.

"Ah, what a very lovely and heartfelt reunion. NVE, please escort them out... now." Neil requested starting with a mocking tone and drifting towards an irritated one. By the way Neil ground his teeth, it was clear that Velocidoctor's presence had begun to bother him.

NVE holster his Stasis Projector regrettably, now grinding his teeth in the same manner. "Arthur will drop you off at a destination of choice." NVE said and he motioned for Septimus and Velocidoctor to leave the office.

[Monfrox]

Oh, I only knew because my roommate's boyfriend has the inside scoop...

Brit felt a deep sense of non-belonging in the current state of affairs at that sentence. Not only was Willow getting info and in the loop from Giovenith, but the godling was moving up in her love life while Brit's was practically nonexistent. For a brief couple seconds, a dark cloud hovered over her head, but before it could start raining she looked over at Willow when he talked about seeing if that position was still available. She sighed, and nodded. No use getting bent out of shape about it now, especially with only a few hours of sleep for her. With that, she went about finishing her breakfast, getting more awake and aware by the minute thanks to the instant energy of the coke, and long-term of the cereal and toast. Then, she remembered something.

"I think I gotta go get stitched up first, though." She said, pointing to her head.

[Fvaarniimar]

Nick - having successfully opened the fridge which now had a blue-and-brown handle - looked up from a tender slice of chicken and nodded at the person who he thought had been in the kitchen the previous day before his memories were fuzzy, focusing on the collar he wore. "I'll help." Maybe I could help others with this...isn't that a kind of job? Although Nick had in fact been looking for a job for some time, it didn't really occur to him to try charging for this service. He did, however, realize that one or the other of his fellow diners might be able to help with something else.

"Do either of you have showers?" The still-quite-colorful cat had little love for water. However, he preferred being rained on to being dunked in the stuff, and wasn't that basically what a shower was?

[Swith Witherward]

"Don't worry about fires," Neste reassured Sentia as she set out fresh water and a bowl of cream. "Actually, these upstairs apartments are nice. You could throw napalm in and shut the door - let the whole thing burn - only to reopen the door and find everything restored. It works great for those moments when your enemy attacks, but it's lousy for those moments when your enemy attacks by adding unwanted things to your space. Spam cans and ping pong balls, especially."

Ten minutes later and the lizard was freshly showered, dressed in borrowed attire, and standing at the curb outside the Building. She was pleasantly surprised to see an ivory-colored S-Class lazily drift down the street and come to a stop in front of her. The illuminated cylinder-like "TAXI" sign on the roof of the car made it no different from the other cabs in the city. The face behind the wheel set it apart.

Adorned in his normal gas mask and helmet, and in a uniform clearly more at home in a mid century Germany, young John didn't look anything like a cabby. He opened the passenger door politely enough (Neste didn't have the heart to tell him that real cabbies didn't do that), and his voice was reasonably chipper as she settled herself in the back seat. At first Neste couldn't fathom why he'd bother with any of it, but the it became all too clear that he was trying to make up for oversleeping. Septimus had been given a lift by the raptors rather than by John.

"Oh, but don't worry," Klaus' youngest Man reassured the lizard. "I informed Klaus. The Lads and Men-"

Neste's dismissive wave silenced him. She wasn't worried. "Seen but unseen unless looked for, yes? That's how it works. The more you talk about it, the better my chances of spotting it. I'd rather not spot it, so kindly don't make me think of it. Otherwise I shall be forced to babble at you until you believe beyond it, and you know that only gets your people into trouble. It's like they say: Don't think about monkeys. And if you must - and I know you must - then don't think about them sitting it the front seat and offering cigarettes to the back passenger."

Nothing more was said, and Neste accepted a stick from the pack of Cavanders offered to her by the smiling gibbon reclining next to her driver. She settled back in the seat and watched Beielefeld drift by the window as they wound through the streets. The construct, now in human form, spent the time productively. The thade would be available in the following week, schedule permitting, and Ogoti had agreed to meet with Septimus whenever the cyborg's schedule allowed for it. She mindlessly blocked out time in Septimus' schedule, checked on the office to make certain staff were aware that he was on the prowl, and then dumped everything from her mind and into the system FUBAR had tapped long ago. Mission accomplished, she was free to replenish her wardrobe (courtesy of Minerva).

Having a clothing allowance was something of a conundrum for the construct. No longer forced to wear the standard uniform, Neste found herself immersed in department store offerings never before dreamed of by any of her kind. Minerva's job required her to interact with humans in human form, and that required the purchase of shoes. Shoes! Horrid, confining things! Dreadfully tight accessories that pinched the toes and - oooh! they were having a sale downtown!

John watched in horror as the Mercedes' trunk filled with boxes and bags over the course of an hour. Nearly all of it was practical, but the construct couldn't pass up whimsical things, nor did she skimp when it came to precious metal. Tools, not bling. These last items would end up in the lab, of course. She had heeded Septimus' advice and found several nice blue outfits, but there was nothing that said she couldn't also splurge on things to make life better. Next to the tools went a large bag with cat toys for Sentia, and some catnip as well, and more than too many bottles of wine for dinners. He had to entertain, right? She added food to the lot, and then instructed John to take all of it back to the Building. Swithwardians didn't believe in polluting the planet when the weather was perfectly serviceable and one had a perfectly good set of legs to walk with.

And so it was that Neste found herself with an afternoon now completely free to to with as she liked. She opted to spend it rooting around for rare books until the cab returned to collect her.

[Giovenith]

"... What?" Willow scrunched his face, dropping the smile. "Literally? Are you bleeding? Well what the hell are you doing sitting here for?"

Missing if she meant anything else besides a literal head injury, Willow flew up and tentatively moved her head toward him and raked through her hair with the tips of his hooves, looking for the sticky clumps left by blood. Even if she meant something else, better to check for physical injury and be wrong than not and let them bleed out.

"I don't, but Brit does," he answered Nick.

[Monfrox]

"Whooooaaaaa....hold your...uhm....just chill for a second, okay?" Brit replied, grabbing Willow's hooves lazily and pushing them off her head, lest he unravel the gauze holding the bandage on.

"I'm okay. I just uh...I...heh, I fell on a knife."

She didn't want to lie, but the honest truth wasn't going to make Willow feel any better. Still, for her judgement, it was a relatively minor injury.

"Not sure if I'm still bleeding, but with Nick's eyes, I was able to get some neosporen on it and then get a bandage. Head wounds just bleed a lot, and I have a naturally thick skull." She said to him, mixing gallows humor with self-depreciation.

She went back to eating as if nothing was the matter, hoping Willow would confide in her confidence, and obvious evidence that she wasn't impaired by her injury in anyway.

[Torsiedelle]

While Drova showered, the two sisters had little conversation besides some small talk about the previous day and some of their neighbors. While they talked, Torii began to play with her instruments, and had taken the effort to look under their bed, grabbing a few of her belongings, which sat farther back - particularly a small amp and her rarely-used electric guitar, a Les Paul.

She tuned and strummed the instrument around for a few minutes, but was surprised when the strings, which were rather old, snapped in her face, sending the girl tumbling back. That annoyed her, and so she decided that they'd have a goal for when they went into town, rather than just go out to talk. She wanted to check out a music store, and buy some strings. Katya was excited, and already at the door when Torii began to back her stuff up, and slip her guitar back into its bag. They waited for Drova to be done with the shower and dried off, before leaving. Katya left a note on their door, which read "Out on the town, be back later.", and the trio made their way downstairs, and out into the market district.

Katya was comfortable as she led the way. Torii was a tad more anxious, but also felt pretty cool, walking through the town with her jacket and guitar, like some rock star. She had a mix of worry and excitement on her face as she walked beside Drova.

[Highfort]

"I'll do right by my constituency; whether it is right by you will be for you to decide," Septimus nodded stiffly at Neil and Primordial as NVE entered the room and unfroze the Velocidoctor from stasis. The package quickly tore open as the disoriented Doctor flew from the chair and crumpled onto the floor, shredding the wrapping in disorientation as he attempted to figure out where he was. Septimus noted that the Velocidoctor had aged significantly since the Banquet and appeared to favor older Terran fashion style. Still, the raptor didn't look very bad considering how long it had been since their first meeting and, at any rate, the cyborg was glad to see a familiar face in the city.

"It's been quite a while, indeed, sir," the cold gaze of the cyborg melted into a smile as he beheld his old fellow, "These men brought me here to discuss business terms. We're in Bielefield now, and I suppose it would be amiss if I didn't catch you up. Come now, then, we're not wanted here anymore. Baron Primordial, Mr. Von Eldritch, I bid you good day and wish you luck in your endeavors."

Ushering the Velocidoctor out of the hostile area, Septimus followed him into the elevator, throwing the occasional glance behind him to ensure that no one was intending to follow him or bag him up as well. The meeting hadn't ended on the most positive of notes and he was slightly concerned that both men were intending to make enemies of him now that they realized he wouldn't just bend over and be someone's puppet. If they did, he hoped they were not as intelligent as they let on.

As the elevator doors shut and they descended back into the lobby, Septimus asked, "What have you been up to, and what brought you to Terra, sir?"

[Giovenith]

The face of pure judgment.

Willow inherited it from his mother and if it had physical form, it could cut down stone walls. He flew backward and gently landed back on the floor never breaking or faltering his critical gaze, as if it could shovel out the truth if he just kept it up long enough. It was a crouching, crushing thing, holding the free flow of the air around them hostage until it damn well felt ready to let go.

"... You fell on a knife?" he rhetorically begged confirmation, the tensity lightened slightly as he did so, but only to make way for a sarcastic skepticism. It wasn't an outright assault, but the pony was compelled to press and test the durability of Brit's claims. Maybe he was lacking faith (but then he usually did), but Willow didn't feel that one should just immediately accept the notion that their somewhat unstable acquaintance shows up with an injury and it was worthy of brushing off to an unlikely accident. "Really now?"

[The BranRiech]

While Drova showered, the two sisters had little conversation besides some small talk about the previous day and some of their neighbors. While they talked, Torii began to play with her instruments, and had taken the effort to look under their bed, grabbing a few of her belongings, which sat farther back - particularly a small amp and her rarely-used electric guitar, a Les Paul.

She tuned and strummed the instrument around for a few minutes, but was surprised when the strings, which were rather old, snapped in her face, sending the girl tumbling back. That annoyed her, and so she decided that they'd have a goal for when they went into town, rather than just go out to talk. She wanted to check out a music store, and buy some strings. Katya was excited, and already at the door when Torii began to back her stuff up, and slip her guitar back into its bag. They waited for Drova to be done with the shower and dried off, before leaving. Katya left a note on their door, which read "Out on the town, be back later.", and the trio made their way downstairs, and out into the market district.

Katya was comfortable as she led the way. Torii was a tad more anxious, but also felt pretty cool, walking through the town with her jacket and guitar, like some rock star. She had a mix of worry and excitement on her face as she walked beside Drova.

With hair still dripping wet, moistening his shoulders up, Drova decided on the same outfit he'd been wearing the other night. Only his clothing would have known exactly what had occurred during Zalgofest, and they weren't talking. "I haven't really been out here very much." The prince admitted, keeping up with his mostly-sheltered and lonely lifestyle. It was a lifestyle he'd known he should have changed, and planned on it happening, starting with this little trip.

"Are we going to shop, or are we just out walking?" He asked, the apartment still in-sight behind them as they walked, bellies full of a freshly-eaten breakfast, squeaky clean as opposed to the strangely-dirty feeling everyone seemed to have from Zalgofest.

As they walked, Drova's wings stretched out, rustling against Torii's shoulder as he dried his feathers out in the cool wind, the sun's rays doing their part to make the boy flight-worthy again.

[Monfrox]

"Yeah, pretty embarrassing!" Brit said, laughing at herself. "This isn't my first time, Willow. Last time I got three staples in my head for my troubles. This time's probably the same, but uhh that knife was like...I don't know, a butcher knife. So probably equivalent to falling on a sword bayonet. I consider this time's head injury to be extremely lucky over the last one."

She opened her eyes after laughing and saw his face, to which she pouted.

"Don't look at me in that tone of voice." She said, trying her hardest to keep a straight face.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii tapped the back of her guitar bag, as it hung from her right shoulder. "out for a walk? Right now. I want to stop by a music store and buy some new strings, and maybe a pick. Picks give guitars a sharper attack, and that's good for rock music. Speaking of rock music, ever listen to Bon Jovi? Van Halen? Billy Squire? Billy Squire kicks ass. Ted Nugent is cool, too.", She said. "I might not really for for them all, but those Americans have some kickass music. Nothing beats rock music."

Katya snickered. "What about jazz? Jazz is cool."

"Yeah, but rock is just more intense. It has all that passion and whatnot.", Torii replied, as she pointed for them to go down another street. She was sure that she heard the sound of drums and bass in the distance.

[Giovenith]

"Hun, I will look at you with any tone I please," Willow retorted, re-widening his eyes to emphasis the point. Despite that though, his expression softened (though not quite to anything resembling a smile) and he eased off the point. It didn't matter, for now. "How is it now? I don't think the Apartment medic is here anymore, and I can't exactly handle a needle."

Not to mention they didn't have many other options in the way of medical care. Oh sure, as a human, Brit could maybe get into the ER, if the people there didn't know she was from the Building. There was also the Observatory, but Willow was not about to risk getting jumped or followed on the long trek there, nor blowing Giovenith's cover. If those USiPO bastards really were listening and watching at all times, it wouldn't take much brain power to think of letting the pony lead them to the godling.

Preparing to go anywhere, Willow walked over to Nick and gently nipped the cat onto his back before looking back at the human girl. "There's much to do--my new motto lately."

[Primordial Luxa]

Once Septimus had left and was out of earshot Primordial turned to Neil and said “That didn’t go nearly as well as it should have. We were more than reasonable in our proposal and what we are offering in nothing short of godlike miracles. It irkes me to no avail but I suppose we will have to go ahead with our operations without that cyborgs help.” Primordial pulled a small bottle of pills out of his pocket and took several of them seemingly absent mindedly allowing their stimulating effects to wash over his mind and sharpen his five lobes. “I suggest we push forward with the ReAnima anyway. We don’t need his help to sell it to the hospital, if we could demonstrate its properties first hand I’m sure they would buy in bulk and if that fails then we can sell it to the public.”

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Indeed, but it went somewhat better than I planned. We'll push ahead with ReAnima though I wish you hadn't mentioned the school to prevent incidents. Those attacks were faked magicks, Drone Energy Weapons were the real cause, it was brought to my attention this morning. Whether the politician likes it or not, he is helping us by clearing the air, it is best we left him to his own devices. If he begins actively acting against us, we can find more leverage or simply replace him with a doppelganger." Neil said as he pressed another button beneath his desk.

Several places in the office shimmered and sparked, revealing cloaked sensor arrays that at some point during the meeting had been smashed up. Looking around at the sabotage by either the minion, Velocidoctor, or Cultists, Neil sighed in disappointment.

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NVE was indeed following the pair closely but with no weapon drawn, he seemed to be keeping his eyes on Velocidoctor more than Septimus.

"Oh just travelling, helping out folks in a spot of trouble, and sabotaging the Empire. What brings me here is them, they have something planned and I intend to stop it. I just didn't expect to get jumped as I entered the city. They may have taken the Chesterfield, but I still got my cunning." Velocidocotor revealed and pulled his cane out of his pocket and rested on it as he followed Septimus out to the car.

"So what brings you here? How have you been?" he asked.

[Monfrox]

"As long as I keep my bandage on, I'll be fine. The blood will coagulate and scab so long as it's got nowhere else to go." Brit replied, her tone brimming with confidence.

She guessed it was times like this she was able to keep mostly under control. She had been told she worked well under pressure, and had a cool head when no one else did, but she still doubted that those words held true. She finished her breakfast and cleaned up before turning to Willow with Nick on his back.

"Willow, I like you in all, but I'm not made of glass. My motto's always been....uh...."

Brit stopped as the sentence hung in the air while she tried to remember if she even had a motto to remember. She started walking out of the dining room, still somewhat in deep thought.

[The BranRiech]

Torii tapped the back of her guitar bag, as it hung from her right shoulder. "out for a walk? Right now. I want to stop by a music store and buy some new strings, and maybe a pick. Picks give guitars a sharper attack, and that's good for rock music. Speaking of rock music, ever listen to Bon Jovi? Van Halen? Billy Squire? Billy Squire kicks ass. Ted Nugent is cool, too.", She said. "I might not really for for them all, but those Americans have some kickass music. Nothing beats rock music."

Katya snickered. "What about jazz? Jazz is cool."

"Yeah, but rock is just more intense. It has all that passion and whatnot.", Torii replied, as she pointed for them to go down another street. She was sure that she heard the sound of drums and bass in the distance.

Poor Drova didn't really get music too much, besides of course for the music of his own people. Most of Torii's words were lost on him, and in response to her throwing a bunch of random names at him, all he could really do was shrug in confusion. While he was a little put off by the conversation switching to a topic he knew almost nothing about, he still held no qualms about them going to the music store. "If you know where one is, I'm fine with going there. But a store for music?"

For a people who's technology hadn't advanced much past the level of the turn of the century, the idea of buying music was also somewhat absurd. One could make an accurate comparison to say the Pyersai had quite a bit in common with the technology on par with the First World War, though more suited to their lives underground.

"Are these . . . These are genres of music, right?" He asked, looking embarrassed, a confused smile plastered on his equally confused face.

[Giovenith]

" 'In the end, some of your greatest pains become your greatest strengths'? " he offered, tilting his head to the side. Hey, it was something. "You're right though, I'm sorry. I shouldn't condescend you. So you're alright then, we can head upstairs?"

Even if they weren't all on the same teams, Willow would appreciate trying to work something out with someone about all of this work. Or at the very least, blow off steam about the work. He wasn't sure if Nick was on any of the teams, but it wouldn't hurt to have him there.

[Torsiedelle]

"Oh, those are artists, but they're all the same genre. I'm into rock. There's also American Country Music, which I also like. There are genres like Jazz, or Pop, which my sister likes, and then there's classical, electronic and dance, house music, world, hip-hop and rap, and a lot more.", She said.

She pointed. "Always follow the music. Well, not always, but I'd assume that a music store has music, right? Maybe even just a small one, but still, a store. I'm sure they have what I need. Guitars are pretty common."

The street they were on actually led down a nice little line of stores, even if they were a bit older looking. There was a gas station, car wash, and auto repair shop, some posters for a few clubs and other local establishments, and some housings. At the far end, brightly colored flags and streamers were visible, and music emanated from the area. Torii stepped ahead and led the way. "You'll like this, Drova."

The store itself was a decent size, and several different types of instrument were visible in its windows. Guitars, bass, drums, keyboards, but also one or two exotic items, such as a sitar and a guzheng, with other oriental instruments behind them. Various posters adorned the outside as well - The Rolling Stones, Jimmy Hendrix, and Black Sabbath looked back at the street. The music, which was heard down the road, was clearer now. Torii could appreciate Poison.

An old, red 1970's Cadillac was pulled up nearby, with a few guys inside, arguing over something or another. One of them was waving around an old cassette tape. Torii whistled. "Nice car.", She mentioned to her sister and Drova. Katya shrugged. "I prefer something classier. Anyways, let's go in."

Torii waved for their friend to join then. She held the door open, and let them in before going inside, herself. The interior was bigger than she'd thought. The place was cozy, with wooden walls, and an earth colored carpet. More posters and instruments were seen throughout. Behind the main counter were several guitars, one a Fender with an autograph on it. Across the room, a sleek, black and grey Les Paul Bass stood on a pedestal, with a hefty price. A few ukulele's hung from a rack. They were cheap, but had good sound. From America, a section for mandolins, while the middle was mostly acoustic and nylon guitars. Way in the back were more exotic instruments, including a shamisen and koto. One section screamed "eighties" with its keyboards and synthesizers. A Steinburger Headless bass rested next to a drum set, while a Def Leppard poster decorated the corner.

The song by Poison ended, and after a moment, the strumming to Blue Suede Shoes resonated throughout the room. Torii grinned wide; she liked this little place.

Unknown to the group, one of the boys in the Cadillac noticed her. In the driver's seat, the boy whistled, much like Torii did when she saw the store. "Damn, a good rocker chick, eh?"

His friends laughed. "Yeah right, Fiver, she ain't gonna go with you, little poor boy."

Fiver scoffed. "Ouch. Like, damn, that was out of nowhere. And what are you sayin'? Damn, son, gotta be so negative. Real rockers don't care about whether you're poor or not, you know."

"Yeah, but what girl wants to ride in an old car that only takes tapes?"

"Hey, it's still good music. Besides, tapes are better than CD's. They're more authentic."

"Yeah, right. You just makin' excuses because you got an old car."

"Eh, screw you, too. Besides, it ain't like I wanna date the girl. Damn, I already got a girl, and you know she'd kill me if I messed around. I gotta go pick up somethin' inside anyways. Don't kill the car."

[The BranRiech]

Starting to regard their trip as more of a lesson on Human culture than he'd bothered learning in a long while, Drova was starting to have a little bit of fun as they approached the store, eyes narrowing somewhat as the car rolled by, parking nearby the store with the couple of guys riding inside. "It is . . . Well, interesting. I sort of like the angles." Drova gave his own judgement of the older car, still decades ahead of any vehicles possessed by the Pyersai outside of the few brave souls who lived in the Communist nation above, and the fewer still who owned a car above.

He winced internally as the door was held open for him, sense of chivalry thrown out the window as he entered before Torii. Obviously with being a Prince, one would expect doors to be held for them, but it still felt strange, even with the length of time he'd been in Bielefeld.

The sounds that assaulted his ears as he entered stopped him in his tracks, only a few feet into the store.

"Agh." He groaned somewhat, fighting the urge to cover his sensitive ears. Soon enough though, the song ended and the next began to play, and only then did Drova start acclimating to the noise-level. It was after this point, that he could really appreciate the instruments on sale within the store.

As they looked around, with the whole romantic drama unfolding in the car outside, Drova approached Torii from behind, looking at whatever she happened to be perusing at the time. "I must admit." He began, a smile on his face, eyes neutral, though bigger when seen through his glasses. "Some of these instruments do look familiar." He nodded, pointing at a few of the more exotic foreign pieces.

[Monfrox]

"No, it was something else...oh yeah! "I happen to be an expert on bad decisions! Like this one!" That'll do for now."

Brit took them upstairs to her room, which had changed a bit since they last was there. She had put out several anime figures (one looked like Mon in a maid outfit sans the wolf ears and tail) and a ton of shell casings for decoration. An award titled the "Mitchell" was hanging along with a wooden sign for The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, and several movie and Halo game posters. She had her camouflage blankets and a quilt made out of old t-shirts on her bed. Countless plastic army men and little tanks were positioned on her shelves, and her shotgun was standing up next to the bed.

"Man, even moving in was a bit more work than I thought..."

[Highfort]

Out at the parking lot, free of the suspicions that itched the back of his spine and put him on edge inside the Institute, Septimus relaxed noticeably and offered a friendly nod at Arthur, still waiting by the car to drive them to the Rathaus. The Velocidoctor's presence soothed him - at least he had one ally in the city who understood the raptors, even if they were heavily entrenched and may prove an issue for him in the future. The cyborg was still unsure about his feelings on Baron Primordial - though the man seemed intelligent, something about him, like an aura, disturbed the representative. He'd have to keep a closer eye on the Baron in case he tried to do anything troublesome in the future concerning the mundanes.

Opening the door to allow the esteemed Doctor in first, Septimus replied, "I was dropped into this quaint little town after a routine experiment i was running in my labs went a little awry. Still not sure why, but I figured I'd make the best of it so I went and got myself a job in the legislature. Bit of political ruckus about that I'm trying to keep under control with the mundane humans not liking aliens, cyborgs, and other such non-human or meta-human individuals. Standard stuff, I think, shouldn't be too difficult. We dodged a bullet recently with Prop 13 but I'll get you caught up on that after I grab some stuff from my new office."

Following him in, Septimus motioned for Arthur to get in the driver's seat and added, "Bielefield Rathaus, Downtown. I have to pick up some documents and sort out some things before lunch."

Closing the door, he sighed before giving the Velocidoctor a once-over and a chuckle, "You'll never guess who I found when I dropped into this place. We'll be meeting her for lunch, in fact, bit of a reunion now that you're here. She'll be thrilled, I'm sure, to see you again, even if your fashion sense has shifted a bit. What's up with the cane, something happen?"

[Primordial Luxa]

“Indeed, I think I will begin setting up my office and help Insidious and Aegis set up our own supplies. Feel free to call me if anything develops. In addition I’ve got seven specialists who should be arriving shortly so keep an eye out for them they are the best Bielefeld has to offer in terms of scientific and magical potential.” Primordial said before turning towards the door, however at the last minute he doubled back. “I almost forgot actually I brought you this.” He opens his brief case and places a glass box about the size of a shoe box on the desk. The box’s insides were covered in a thick layer of weblike frost and chilled ice, but through all the cold a dirty gas lantern was partially visible. “This was our anti-raptor contingency, it contains an Ice Djinn with the ability to manipulate reality on an unimaginable scale, it has the power to fulfill a single wish, after which it would be released freezing much of the continent. Its arctic nature and reality warping abilities made it the perfect weapon to use against you and your family if you ever threatened our plans. But I’d like you to have it now, as a sign of this alliance, we no longer feel we need it.”