Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Mincaldenteans]

WD40 martini, please! MB signed, sitting back and grooming his whiskers.

The waiter had moved off and Andais had realized she had left slipped about the Fae. Easily recoverable, Andais thought to herself, chastising herself for having slipped so easily, she resolved to be a little more careful until it was time. "Oh, you know, Fae, Goblins, Yaks. Just seemed as though MB had varied tastes and thought maybe he'd like a little fairy to go along with it. Oh oh! Maybe some pixie dust sprinkled on graham crackers? How bout it, MB? Would you eat that?"

The rabbit looked bemused. What does that taste like? Have never had pixie. Willing to try, though.

"I like you, you've got spunk," Karen said with an approving nod. Her inner sidhe had wanted to scan the mysterious rabbit, it reminded her of Summer Court, all pretty on the outside, hidden and dangerous on the inside. So unlike her own court who touted and took pleasure in their abhorrent natures.

Much like you, came a thought to her head and Karen looked away slightly as though to silence the voice in her head. "Anyway poodle, Fae tastes like... hmm... like..." she had no clue what they tasted like and decided quickly, "Skittle. Fae tastes like Skittles. But some other time, I'll take you there, not right away. Say, where are you from?"

***OOC: so I totally got sidetracked, my fault. Sorry Tilt!***

[Teepot Kingdom]

Chrys frowned at Bran's condition. "Right...uh, Jacob, can you go over and make sure Ate sees the right number of fingers?" she asked, without even stopping to consider how that sounded. "Here, Bran."

She reached out her arm to help him up, sweeping her other arm around the stone to freeze its perimeter in time. Any who tried to pick it up would get stuck as well.

Jacob nodded, and walked over to the strange man. "Okay, Ate? Can you please tell me how many fingers I am holding up?" He held up three fingers, and held them at a distance that Ate would be able to see them clearly, but that Jacob would not be rude by holding his hand within Ate's personal space. Jacob then noticed concessional twinges of pain from within his arm, but chose to ignore them.

Ate's mask was clearly cracked from his impact with the floor, as long tendrils snaked across his gas-mask. Thanks to the coffee he had been drinking, coffee stained his shirt and small pieces of the coffee-cup stuck out from his robe. "Six?" He grunted. "Wait... People are only supposed to have five fingers, right?" He asked, becoming aware of the condition of his gas-mask. He slowly rose against the wall, testing his strength before standing on his own. As soon as he was sure of his own strength, he reached up to adjust the straps on his now useless gas-mask.

[Tiltjuice]

Dora began to answer with her usual reply, that it was too cold for her blood, but then reconsidered. She'd been wanting to do things out of her comfort zone, after all.

"Strange that shellfish would be more expensive, but I guess that's always in demand. And crab, when in winter..." She trailed off, musing a bit about the sea. "Dawn it is, then!"

The elderly man smiled kindly and returned to his seat. "It'll be a pleasure doing business with you."



The market had begun to thin as people took their parcels and left for home or work. Two odd men ambled down the street, both of them in an intense discussion. They're British uniforms set them apart from the remaining crowd. If they were part of some reenactment troupe, they certainly had the costumes down to a T. They entered the market and waved to one of the workers.

"Eh, Paulie, wots good today?"

The worker waved back. "Tuna, Thomas. Plenty of it left. Some perch. Some sword. Not much else. You taking the leftovers?"

"Yeah, we'll take whatever's handy. Have more mouths to feed. Not my cuppa, but such is life, mate. Pete, keep tabs so we can pay the man."

Paulie pushed his men to work as an old Ford rolled down the delivery alley and came to a stop. The tailgate was lowered by yet another "reenactor", this one in a German uniform. Ice was thrown into the bed and the fish soon followed. Pete kept track of what went in, writing everything down on a slip of paper. He presented it to his companion once the job was done.

Thomas examined the slip and handed it to Paulie. "Looks good. What're the damages today."

The worker gave a figure and the customary haggling began. The end result wasn't much lower than the original figure, but both worker and "reenactor" seemed pleased by their efforts. Money exchanged hands and the old Ford pulled away.

"C'mon, Pete, there's pints with our names on them!" Thomas started to leave but his companion had other plans. He was watching Dora... politely admiring Dora would be a better way of putting it. Thomas gave Pete's skull a swift cuff and then both men left the market via the alley.

"Always," Dora answered with a grin. She gave a slight wave and began to move off with her fish, pausing at the sight of the uniformed pair. She hadn't missed "Pete"'s studying her, though she paid no attention to it. Hardened PI or not, she was still trying to move into the ranks of the slightly more respectable. And then again, Jacob, Albert, and Ray hadn't called her to meet up at the gun store, so she decided to see what was up. A quick tug on her phone later, she was dialing Jacob.

"Hey, where are you guys now? I just finished up here at the fish market. Are you still out, or did you guys head back?"

[The BranRiech]

"Ah!" Bran shouted painfully as he was picked up. He smiled weakly and huffed. "I-I'm fine, really. Don't worry." He stressed. Despite his opinion on his condition, he was dearly wrong about it.

[Swith Witherward]

"Tipper. My memory is nearly photographic irregardless of any daemonic psyker abilities- and I doubt they would dare overstep the will of their goddess. As for where the Daemonette lives? Best check at the lobby of the building and extract the information for whoever is staffed at the desk as of now." Volturius commented as he quickly strode over to the nearest elevator- keeping Tipper in tow with the tip of a wing. A large, clawed finger then brutally mashed the button for the lobby with as much force required to make it excessive without breaking the device.

"I suppose some cultists could join in for any Slaaneshite celebrations- or to serve in the chapter. Serfs are always needed."

DING

The doors opened to reveal a man. "We're not serfs," he said without preamble. "We're daemon hosts. And you're late. Well? Step inside. I haven't got all damn day."

Tipper offered Volturius a puzzled expression and tightened her grip on his wing.

The cultist sighed. "Look, you're the brute starting the chapter, right? Aren't many matching your description. I'm Will. I'm to show you potential 'recruits'."

[Tiltjuice]

"I like you, you've got spunk," Karen said with an approving nod. Her inner sidhe had wanted to scan the mysterious rabbit, it reminded her of Summer Court, all pretty on the outside, hidden and dangerous on the inside. So unlike her own court who touted and took pleasure in their abhorrent natures.

Much like you, came a thought to her head and Karen looked away slightly as though to silence the voice in her head. "Anyway poodle, Fae tastes like... hmm... like..." she had no clue what they tasted like and decided quickly, "Skittle. Fae tastes like Skittles. But some other time, I'll take you there, not right away. Say, where are you from?"

***OOC: so I totally got sidetracked, my fault. Sorry Tilt!***

OOC - Izokay!

Candy! Excellent! MB sat up and his whiskers began twitching excitedly. Mad alchemist told me I come from junkyard in Detroit. Then I escaped from magic test laboratory thing and found myself in Las Vegas. Strange place for alchemist to be alchemizing. I think alchemist thought I would stay in Vegas. Is what alchemist gets for waking up in Vegas. He sniffed. Found chef sidekick there. And from there to here, many adventures.

[New Aksarben]

Jacob nodded, and walked over to the strange man. "Okay, Ate? Can you please tell me how many fingers I am holding up?" He held up three fingers, and held them at a distance that Ate would be able to see them clearly, but that Jacob would not be rude by holding his hand within Ate's personal space. Jacob then noticed concessional twinges of pain from within his arm, but chose to ignore them.

Ate's mask was clearly cracked from his impact with the floor, as long tendrils snaked across his gas-mask. "Six?" He grunted. "Wait... People are only supposed to have five fingers, right?" He asked, becoming aware of the condition of his gas-mask. He slowly rose against the wall, testing his strength before standing on his own. As soon as he was sure of his own strength, he reached up to adjust the straps on his now useless gas-mask.

Jacob was curious about why he continued wearing the gas mask, but decided to ignore it for now. "You are seeing double Ate. You might have a concussion or something. I am guessing you hit your head when you were thrown back?" He asked, concerned for the health of the strange man. HE didn't consider him and Ate to be friends, but he didn't want people to be needlessly hurt.

It was then that he received the call from Dora, and he answered it right away. "Oh, salve, Dora. No, we headed back. We visited the bookstore and a few other things, but I guess it just slipped our minds that you had come with us.... Sorry for that. Some things happened and we headed back to the Building not too long after finishing up at the model store. Right now, Bran, Chrys, and this new guy, Ate, found this strange slab of marble.... It is likely magic, considering it just sent out a sonic boom from Chrys dropping it on the floor."

[Tiltjuice]

Jacob was curious about why he continued wearing the gas mask, but decided to ignore it for now. "You are seeing double Ate. You might have a concussion or something. I am guessing you hit your head when you were thrown back?" He asked, concerned for the health of the strange man. HE didn't consider him and Ate to be friends, but he didn't want people to be needlessly hurt.

It was then that he received the call from Dora, and he answered it right away. "Oh, salve, Dora. No, we headed back. We visited the bookstore and a few other things, but I guess it just slipped our minds that you had come with us.... Sorry for that. Some things happened and we headed back to the Building not too long after finishing up at the model store. Right now, Bran, Chrys, and this new guy, Ate, found this strange slab of marble.... It is likely magic, considering it just sent out a sonic boom from Chrys dropping it on the floor."

Dora sighed. "She's always wrecking things. Right, then. I'll see you later. Gotta put my fish on ice, and then I'll go see Katya. You guys are welcome to come by sometime for dinner."

She hailed a taxi, still on her phone.

"Ah!" Bran shouted painfully as he was picked up. He smiled weakly and huffed. "I-I'm fine, really. Don't worry." He stressed. Despite his opinion on his condition, he was dearly wrong about it.

"When blood comes out of your mouth, that's all bad," Chrys replied, in a tone that could be considered amused if it weren't an emergency. "Not to mention I can see your readout running down."

She shifted him carefully around so he was lying parallel to the floor in her arms. "Raptors, you think?"

[Mincaldenteans]

"I like you, you've got spunk," Karen said with an approving nod. Her inner sidhe had wanted to scan the mysterious rabbit, it reminded her of Summer Court, all pretty on the outside, hidden and dangerous on the inside. So unlike her own court who touted and took pleasure in their abhorrent natures.

Much like you, came a thought to her head and Karen looked away slightly as though to silence the voice in her head. "Anyway poodle, Fae tastes like... hmm... like..." she had no clue what they tasted like and decided quickly, "Skittle. Fae tastes like Skittles. But some other time, I'll take you there, not right away. Say, where are you from?"

***OOC: so I totally got sidetracked, my fault. Sorry Tilt!***

OOC - Izokay!

Candy! Excellent! MB sat up and his whiskers began twitching excitedly. Mad alchemist told me I come from junkyard in Detroit. Then I escaped from magic test laboratory thing and found myself in Las Vegas. Strange place for alchemist to be alchemizing. I think alchemist thought I would stay in Vegas. Is what alchemist gets for waking up in Vegas. He sniffed. Found chef sidekick there. And from there to here, many adventures.

"Well I came from a cloning facility," Karen paused a moment, tilting her head, "At least that's what my mom keeps telling me. She's kind of a skank like that," she giggled. The waiter had come back with their drinks and moved off as quickly as he had appeared. "Your chef sidekick make house calls? My last one tried to swindle me out of a fortune, something about slave labor and union, and Rosie's not much of a cook herself."

[New Aksarben]

Jacob was curious about why he continued wearing the gas mask, but decided to ignore it for now. "You are seeing double Ate. You might have a concussion or something. I am guessing you hit your head when you were thrown back?" He asked, concerned for the health of the strange man. HE didn't consider him and Ate to be friends, but he didn't want people to be needlessly hurt.

It was then that he received the call from Dora, and he answered it right away. "Oh, salve, Dora. No, we headed back. We visited the bookstore and a few other things, but I guess it just slipped our minds that you had come with us.... Sorry for that. Some things happened and we headed back to the Building not too long after finishing up at the model store. Right now, Bran, Chrys, and this new guy, Ate, found this strange slab of marble.... It is likely magic, considering it just sent out a sonic boom from Chrys dropping it on the floor."

Dora sighed. "She's always wrecking things. Right, then. I'll see you later. Gotta put my fish on ice, and then I'll go see Katya. You guys are welcome to come by sometime for dinner."

She hailed a taxi, still on her phone.

"I'll tell that to Ray and Albert. Oh, and it might be a good idea to check up on Ray. He might have gotten another case. He might need your help..... But, anyway, It would be wonderful to have dinner with you some time. Albert and Ray might also enjoy it." Jacob said, as he shook out his arm a bit to see if that helped with the random pains. if anything, it only made it worse. "Well, I think we will be giving up on our experimentation right now. Bran may have a broken rib, and Ate seems to be seeing double. Anyone you would recommend going to for help? Or do you think just going to the hospital would be for the best?"

[Tiltjuice]

"Well I came from a cloning facility," Karen paused a moment, tilting her head, "At least that's what my mom keeps telling me. She's kind of a skank like that," she giggled. The waiter had come back with their drinks and moved off as quickly as he had appeared. "Your chef sidekick make house calls? My last one tried to swindle me out of a fortune, something about slave labor and union, and Rosie's not much of a cook herself."

MB munched on some of his carrot slices. Yes. When cooking, we are a team. Very delicious things. I have vegetables and soup. He does everything else.

"I'll tell that to Ray and Albert. Oh, and it might be a good idea to check up on Ray. He might have gotten another case. He might need your help..... But, anyway, It would be wonderful to have dinner with you some time. Albert and Ray might also enjoy it." Jacob said, as he shook out his arm a bit to see if that helped with the random pains. if anything, it only made it worse. "Well, I think we will be giving up on our experimentation right now. Bran may have a broken rib, and Ate seems to be seeing double. Anyone you would recommend going to for help? Or do you think just going to the hospital would be for the best?"

"Got it." Dora paused to think. "If you can get Chrys a tree and...a plate that you don't want anymore, she should be able to fix everyone. Past that, Ogoti could take care of things, or the hospital is always a good choice."

[New Aksarben]

"Got it." Dora paused to think. "If you can get Chrys a tree and...a plate that you don't want anymore, she should be able to fix everyone. Past that, Ogoti could take care of things, or the hospital is always a good choice."

"I think that it would be best to go to the hospital then. I have no idea where Ogoti would be, but I would agree he would be a good person to go to." Jacob said, nodding. "Well, talk to you later, Dora. Oh, wait, one more thing. Are you a good cook?" He was mainly curious, but he wouldn't doubt it if she had been around since ancient Greece. That much time would be plenty for someone to become at least a decent cook. Unless of course they were completely inept with it.

[Tiltjuice]

"Got it." Dora paused to think. "If you can get Chrys a tree and...a plate that you don't want anymore, she should be able to fix everyone. Past that, Ogoti could take care of things, or the hospital is always a good choice."

"I think that it would be best to go to the hospital then. I have no idea where Ogoti would be, but I would agree he would be a good person to go to." Jacob said, nodding. "Well, talk to you later, Dora. Oh, wait, one more thing. Are you a good cook?" He was mainly curious, but he wouldn't doubt it if she had been around since ancient Greece. That much time would be plenty for someone to become at least a decent cook. Unless of course they were completely inept with it.

"I'm no Cuisine, but I do all right. Most of the time at work, I was out on assignment; but sometimes I'd sneak through the cafeteria on my free time. Now go take care of Bran and the new guy," she said, with a smile in her voice.

Getting out of the taxi and paying, she asked him to wait for a few of her friends who were heading down to the hospital, before walking inside. Once at her apartment, she dropped off the fish in the freezer, then headed back down to Chaos.

[The BranRiech]

"I don't need to go to the hospital . . ." Bran complained and tried walking off himself, dragging Chrys along with, although he didn't get very far, as Chrys would have had no trouble keeping him in place. "I don't want to pay for that, isn't there something else we can do?" He asked.

--

From the other side of the pool, a head of Ice-White hair emerged to listen to the commotion. It was Yuna, in her swimsuit given to her by Torii. She kept only her forehead above the water as she moved towards the drowning paper plane.

Her ears looked like tiny shark fins in the water, long enough to protrude from the surface.

To Gio, it would probably look as if sharks were approaching the plane . . .

[Tiltjuice]

"I don't need to go to the hospital . . ." Bran complained and tried walking off himself, dragging Chrys along with, although he didn't get very far, as Chrys would have had no trouble keeping him in place. "I don't want to pay for that, isn't there something else we can do?" He asked.

"Yes," Chrys replied, and without another word she powered off her armor. Placing a hand where his shirt and pants met and another on his bare hand, she began dissolving his clothes. The rib began mending slowly, as did the internal bleeding.

[Giovenith]

From the other side of the pool, a head of Ice-White hair emerged to listen to the commotion. It was Yuna, in her swimsuit given to her by Torii. She kept only her forehead above the water as she moved towards the drowning paper plane.

Her ears looked like tiny shark fins in the water, long enough to protrude from the surface.

To Gio, it would probably look as if sharks were approaching the plane . . .

"How-DEE moon-fish! Wanna swim with a mad-maiden?" said Giovenith, taking a step back, running, and flopping right into the water. She had not bothered to change into any swim-appropriate clothes, swimming right up to the 'moon-fish.' "Wanna contemplate the shackles of jewelry, moon-fish? Only got a little time before I have to go take the seminar because of what I dern saw!"

[The BranRiech]

At least he wasn't wearing his beloved trench coat. Bran thought while he watched Chrys at work, already feeling better. He eventually stopped coughing up blood and gave a shaky thumbs up.

He really didn't care about his clothes, as shirts and a hoodie were always replaceable.

"Thanks."

--

The rest of Yuna's body flung out of the water as Gio splashed in towards her, her frightened expression turned to confusion when she was being referred to as a Moon-Fish.

"Please, be quiet." She pleaded. "And is something wrong with you?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Oh why thank you, dear. But I hope you do know I am quite the pacifist. I mean I am all for peace, which is why I try to avoid it to the best I can."

--

"Well I am sure if there was someone who was completely haughty as can be and liked being worshiped you could pair up with them. Me, I could care less if I become one or not."

--

"I am pretty sure she took that think out for a walk. Plus I really don't like looking at myself in the mirror. True I do like showing my muscles but not to myself. I like to let others see what I have and admire it. To put it in perspective, not showing off is the equivalent of owning a store but not putting up any advertisements. Or something like that, really. What I am trying to say is, is that no one will know what you have unless you show them. But I agree, we could use some chains."

"If you weren't a pacifist at heart, you would have killed half the people in the building when they behaved like idiots," Swith winked. "I've learned many thing from you. A desire for peace is one of those things. You've also shown me that it's entirely possible to be both Hickory McCoy and Cornelius Thriller at the same time... that you can retain your humble side while still having a powerful edge. I've learned that power and title are nice, but there's a life outside of that, and you can have that life if you step away from the power and title now and then."

She snorted. "When I first came here, I wanted to find a mask to hide what I am. That mask would make me seem normal. I had to conceal what I am because what I am isn't something most would want around... like Jekyl who created Hyde to cover what he really was inside. 'Swith' was that mask. And then I met you and realized that fashioning a mask was a stupid idea. I didn't have to hide what I was. Instead, I could achieve a balance by making an effort to embrace the positive aspect of who I am. In essence, I had to find my Charumati heart and embrace it. I used to look in the mirror and regret what I am. Now I look in the mirror and accept what I am. I think I've almost reached Ogoti's way of thinking. Unlike Atosh, who strives to be better than that which he stems from, Ogoti is happy to just be who he is."

Swith looked at him and chuckled. "I'm rambling. Sorry."

--

"Ugh, that would be Samael, perhaps?" Xanthe laughed. "No, it's much better to be a guardian than a deity. We'll leave power-mongering to Wrath. I think I'll write a book instead. I'll call it How Not to Get Stomped in Life or maybe A Field Guide to Staying Out of Trouble."

--

"Whoever said that is a wise man indeed," Blythe replied. "And a whip rack would be useful. Well, it would go along with the chains."

[Tiltjuice]

At least he wasn't wearing his beloved trench coat. Bran thought while he watched Chrys at work, already feeling better. He eventually stopped coughing up blood and gave a shaky thumbs up.

He really didn't care about his clothes, as shirts and a hoodie were always replaceable.

"Thanks."

"Not at all," Chrys said, adding mischievously, "though you look a bit too skinny for my taste. Nothing like tall, dark, big and handsome." She wondered what Dia would make of the stone.

"How's things look over there, Jacob? Ate?"

[Giovenith]

The rest of Yuna's body flung out of the water as Gio splashed in towards her, her frightened expression turned to confusion when she was being referred to as a Moon-Fish.

"Please, be quiet." She pleaded. "And is something wrong with you?"

"Shhhhhhhh..." hushed Giovenith, waving her hands around a little above the water. She paused for a moment. "Shh," she hushed again, taking another moment of silence. "... Do you know..." she whispered. "What they call mad?"

[Teepot Kingdom]

At least he wasn't wearing his beloved trench coat. Bran thought while he watched Chrys at work, already feeling better. He eventually stopped coughing up blood and gave a shaky thumbs up.

He really didn't care about his clothes, as shirts and a hoodie were always replaceable.

"Thanks."

"Not at all," Chrys said, adding mischievously, "though you look a bit too skinny for my taste. Nothing like tall, dark, big and handsome." She wondered what Dia would make of the stone.

"How's things look over there, Jacob? Ate?"

Ate hummed thoughtfully, both impressed by Chrys's powers and out of thought. "I believe I'm fine. After all, it could be the cracked nature of my mask that is causing me to see doubles." he replied. "I do need to change clothes, however." He indicated, referring his coffee-stained clothes.

[AETEN II]

DING

The doors opened to reveal a man. "We're not serfs," he said without preamble. "We're daemon hosts. And you're late. Well? Step inside. I haven't got all damn day."

Tipper offered Volturius a puzzled expression and tightened her grip on his wing.

The cultist sighed. "Look, you're the brute starting the chapter, right? Aren't many matching your description. I'm Will. I'm to show you potential 'recruits'."

"And you're unexpected. I would have donned my armor if I knew formal events were to follow. Damn. An attempt at intimidation lost. I'll make up for it when I get my terminator armor." Volturius noted as he clapped his hands together, rubbing them eagerly in anticipation of what the recruits were capable of. Leading Tipper out of the elevator's seemingly new floor, following in behind Will with the clicking of his admantine coated talons.

"Out of immediate concern however- are any of the potential recruits daemon hosts? Such beings won't be tolerated for the main body of Tacticals or Terminators- untrustworthy and their abilities wasted. While some may be certainly tolerated (and their daemons egged on to mutate their host perfectly for combat)- they will form their own special shocktrooper squads. Last thing I need is to worry that the main body of my troops will go berserk the minute we drop into the fortieth millenium. Or anything post the twentieth for that matter. While Chaos is indeed our greatest ally, which we are sworn to serve, competence and proper organization come first."

[Germanic Templars]

"Oh why thank you, dear. But I hope you do know I am quite the pacifist. I mean I am all for peace, which is why I try to avoid it to the best I can."

--

"Well I am sure if there was someone who was completely haughty as can be and liked being worshiped you could pair up with them. Me, I could care less if I become one or not."

--

"I am pretty sure she took that think out for a walk. Plus I really don't like looking at myself in the mirror. True I do like showing my muscles but not to myself. I like to let others see what I have and admire it. To put it in perspective, not showing off is the equivalent of owning a store but not putting up any advertisements. Or something like that, really. What I am trying to say is, is that no one will know what you have unless you show them. But I agree, we could use some chains."

"If you weren't a pacifist at heart, you would have killed half the people in the building when they behaved like idiots," Swith winked. "I've learned many thing from you. A desire for peace is one of those things. You've also shown me that it's entirely possible to be both Hickory McCoy and Cornelius Thriller at the same time... that you can retain your humble side while still having a powerful edge. I've learned that power and title are nice, but there's a life outside of that, and you can have that life if you step away from the power and title now and then."

She snorted. "When I first came here, I wanted to find a mask to hide what I am. That mask would make me seem normal. I had to conceal what I am because what I am isn't something most would want around... like Jekyl who created Hyde to cover what he really was inside. 'Swith' was that mask. And then I met you and realized that fashioning a mask was a stupid idea. I didn't have to hide what I was. Instead, I could achieve a balance by making an effort to embrace the positive aspect of who I am. In essence, I had to find my Charumati heart and embrace it. I used to look in the mirror and regret what I am. Now I look in the mirror and accept what I am. I think I've almost reached Ogoti's way of thinking. Unlike Atosh, who strives to be better than that which he stems from, Ogoti is happy to just be who he is."

Swith looked at him and chuckled. "I'm rambling. Sorry."

--

"Ugh, that would be Samael, perhaps?" Xanthe laughed. "No, it's much better to be a guardian than a deity. We'll leave power-mongering to Wrath. I think I'll write a book instead. I'll call it How Not to Get Stomped in Life or maybe A Field Guide to Staying Out of Trouble."

--

"Whoever said that is a wise man indeed," Blythe replied. "And a whip rack would be useful. Well, it would go along with the chains."

They say actions speak louder then words. This is true when what Swith said left Thriller speechless in a good way. It is also true when he gently held onto her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead and a smile afterward. And with a soft reply he said, "It's fine." He held onto her hand gently and lead her and the kids into the movie theater.

--

"Nah, Samael isn't the one who enjoys being worshiped. Now someone I do know would be that prideful bastard Superbia. Yes I did call him a bastard but I was using it in it's correct term and not in a degrading one."

--

"Oooh, sounds rather nice indeed. But where to put all of that? In the corner perhaps? Against the wall? Or possibly in the middle of the room?"

[The BranRiech]

"I was always quite skinny . . ." Bran said. There was a lot of truth to that statement. Growing up in one of the poorest European nations where food was rationed to even the valued members of the military, he barely got enough to eat, only enough to stay alive. All things considered, he only weighed around 120.

"Hey, I like how I look!" He said playfully, deciding that a trip down to get another shirt was a waste of time, and opting to go shirtless.

--

"Why do they call mad, Giovenith?" Yuna asked, tilting her head sideways at the question that didn't make much sense to her, but she saw how it might!

At least, in her mind.

[Swith Witherward]

"Well I came from a cloning facility," Karen paused a moment, tilting her head, "At least that's what my mom keeps telling me. She's kind of a skank like that," she giggled. The waiter had come back with their drinks and moved off as quickly as he had appeared. "Your chef sidekick make house calls? My last one tried to swindle me out of a fortune, something about slave labor and union, and Rosie's not much of a cook herself."

Naomi's head tilted. "We have several clones living in the building. You'll fit right in," she assured Kate.

She smiled as the waiter presented her drink to her and she thanked him. "Quick service, good food, nicely priced. That's the attitude here."