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by Urran » Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:39 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Giovenith » Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:44 pm
by The BranRiech » Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:48 pm
by Cerillium » Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:49 pm
Urran wrote:Tieria looked up. "Oh no." he tried stepping to the side so that the cow would just miss him. He suspected cultists, why else would there by Nazi's around? He suddenly didn't care that he was soaked anymore, he just REALLY didn't want to get hit by that cow.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Urran » Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:55 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Cerillium » Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:13 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Ah, I'll do it then." Yuna bowed her head. With her luck, Will was probably right outside the door, listening in on them, but hey, what harm would a map do? "So why aren't you allowed in here, if you're all just cultists?" She asked.
After finishing with a page of notes on Chaos that she'd learned, she started by making a little doodle of her room on one of the fresh pages in her new book. "Might as well start someplace."
--
"Smaller wires should do it, and these are the controls? Well, Rachelle's in charge of those. I'll help her pick them out, but she can go and check them out first. I'll see how she does." Bran smiled, patting his daughter on the head, reminding himself of the days when he was learning these same things, being taught in the exact same way that he was teaching her, although Bran, of course, needed to be more fatherly than the impersonal trainers that he dealt with.
Rachelle smiled, flicked her gaze over the various crates, and walked off with purpose to start investigating them.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Giovenith » Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:25 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sat Nov 09, 2013 12:13 am
Torsiedelle wrote:"Alright then!", Katya said in a voice that was simply full of cheer. She quickly scurried out to the apartment, and twirled around to see Dora coming out. She was so ready to get this done with, and become a new, nineteen year-old entrepreneur. The possibilities were already starting to flow in her mind.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Sat Nov 09, 2013 12:31 am
Erucia wrote:"Well....Thanks for the compliments, and the tips I guess. I never actually thought about your hair shedding. I don't think I've ever really noticed. It's either because I haven't been looking, or Blossom just does a good job of cleaning up. Or maybe I'm just getting dull with age," Ray said, beginning to mimic the voice of an old man towards the end. "I've lived to the old age of 27, and I've seen Heaven!" He mimicked a walker and cane for the last part.
"But seriously, you can count on me not dieing today. I'll be fine on that end: I'll try and bring some kind of armament with me, but I can't guarantee it'll do well against horses....Although you're making me a little more nervous about working with the raptors."
Ray finished fixing his tie and patted his clothes down, and soon exited the room. He departed Albert with a wave, and a final saying: "Why should I have to remind you to eat? It's your own fault you won't go to the milk bowl, Kitty". He headed down to the armory to load up for the day. Once inside, he unbuckled his belt and placed on a hip holster along his right side, as well as a dual-magazine pouch on his left side. His loaded Operator went in the holster, and two single-stack magazines went into the combined pouch.
Once complete, he exited out of the armory and went over towards the door out of the three tails. Ray decided that he'd skip breakfast for the time being, and grabbed his grey overcoat and fedora: exiting the apartment and heading on down to the garage soon afterwards.
---
@NVE
A little more than a dozen minutes later, Ray arrived in his Eiswolf outside of the address to the factory that Arthur had told him to inspect. He awaited outside of the building, having parked along the side of the road, and decided to take a peak at both the building's outward appearance and at the information inside of the given folder.
by Germanic Templars » Sat Nov 09, 2013 8:41 am
Cerillium wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:By that time, Datus already had the toy working. He stared at the device with great interest as he studied it with great care, not really paying much to his surroundings.
--
"Wow sounds kinda harsh don't you think? Of c-" He stopped himself there for the moment. He really didn't want to say anything that might be of offence.
Wren tussled Datus' hair. "Well, I'm to make sure you have plenty of things to occupy your mind, like building things and making things better," she said. "No word on anything important."
She squatted down and looked at the toy. "Hey, not bad. You got it working. It'll follow you around and do some stuff, like scan things and record things. It can project holographic pages for books. Adults use real human skulls."
She nodded her gratitude to the technician and curled up in a chair. Her hands lifted Datus into her lap and the orb followed him. It nudged his cheek and settled into his hands.
"Now we just wait for them to bring Barox back. Should be any time. All they were doing was debriding the bad tissue and replacing the gaping holes with his own newly-grown skin and tissues. Fixed muscles, fixed parts, and some pasty white skin that could use a bit of sunshine. If he wants other stuff fixed, he'll have to do it later and after he's told people want he wants done."
She yawned and nuzzled the the back of Datus' head. "Any time now," she said.
Gurney wheels could be heard coming down the hall.
"Of course it's harsh," Ogoti rumbled. He winked at Lucius. "We're not always benevolent. We're not meant to be."
He picked up the dishes and brought them to the kitchen and then returned.
"Well, archangel, I've taken up a lot of your time. I think your companion has called it a night." He gestured to Xanthe asleep on the couch. "Better take that girl home for a proper sleep."
by The BranRiech » Sat Nov 09, 2013 9:48 am
by Urran » Sat Nov 09, 2013 3:44 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by The BranRiech » Sat Nov 09, 2013 5:30 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:Aleki, who was up rather early, was sitting on the couch with a bowl of oatmeal and coffee on the table in front of him. He was watching TV, well news most importantly. He was dressed in rather casual clothing for once. Shorts, t-shirt and socks, with a small cloth bandage wrapped around his left thigh.
by Swith Witherward » Sat Nov 09, 2013 5:37 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:"Thank you. And yes, I am. Margret Thriller, and might I ask who are you?"
Warpspace wrote:Volturius had spent the majority of the past night at the bar in Chaos, consuming what would have been a mighty check were it not that his credit was backed by the word of god itself, or rather, a deity. While Slaanesh was his patron deity and hi master, obviously it and the rest of the Chaos gods were not the singular deities in the universe. There were a plethora of them in the Immaterium firstly, albeit their significance near nonexistent compared to that of Chaos. The days of the Eldar were long past, their pantheon extinct and devoured by Slaanesh- their souls now the property or the thirsting god. Only a few remained of their pantheon to Volturius' knowledge, only their powers weaker than the four, or even a Greater Daemon. Khaine has withered into a pathetic avatar often unceremoniously butchered by loyalist Astartes. The other was the Laughing God- the patron deity of the Harlequin warriors forced into exile in the Webway by Chaos. There also was the Ork deities, Gork and Mork, although their actual existence as a full-fledged deity was debatable, although it did provide a useful excuse to commanders of why your forces lost to green-skins.
Thankfully, the other gods didn't seem to have much influence over Terra at this age. While the Eldar gods were alive at this time, their notice was likely directed elsewhere to the current Eldar empire that held dominion on some corner of the Milky Way in this era. And while Orks certainly did exist, they were far to embroiled in their petty conflicts to even take notice of Terra, and thus were of little concern to Volturius. No threat of an Ork WAAAGH!, no poncy arrogant Eldar, and no Tyranid Hive Fleets. Merely the current human empires on Terra and possibly scattered elsewhere. The planet itself was also rather hospitable from a dissapointing lack of aggressive predators, or at least Volturius had deduced such while hunting in the late night. Legends and epics of ancient Terra had taught the Astartes in his youth that Terra was an almost magical location that was abound with fantastic life-forms such as dragons or manticores. Unfortunately, there seemed to be an utter lack of such dangerous predatory life, considering the miserable game the deer had provided. The dumb beast never once looked up to see the predatory winged post-human above it, and for such a mistake, paid with its life. Next time, Volturius figured he might as well attack the animal from the front to at least give it some capability of providing sport.
Still, he'd venison out of the corpse later, which made up for the deer's pathetic game. Although he might have someone else cook it unless Tipper didn't do something frightening with it. There never was much of a need for him to learn cooking skills when an Astartes could theoretically extract nutrition from concrete, let alone raw meat. This train of thought however was completely derailed when Volturius opened the door to the apartment, and saw a steed of Slaanesh taking up his side of the bed. Wondering where exactly she managed to find such a creature (and how), Volturius let the deer corpse on his back slide off and hit the floor with a dull thud. The corpse's tongue rolled out on hitting the floor with its jaw agape, a side affect of the brain ceasing function and the tendons relaxing in its body. This didn't change how appropriate the expression was.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Urran » Sat Nov 09, 2013 5:58 pm
The religion of Pearleleism, headed by the goddess Pearlelei, is a curious religion. It's followers believe that their spirits are actually recycles back into objects and matter as well as the energy of the universe. However, many do not realize that the benevolent goddess actually has several daughters.
Giovenith, second daughter to Pealelei, is a curious character. Barely sixteen years of age, the tiny godling possesses wisdom beyond her years. While she may be a bit naive, a trait that should disappear with age, her bravery is inspiring. From what I understand, she is to be the goddess of Rewards and Victory. However, I believe that she deserves to be the goddess of Beauty and Grace. Or perhaps art because she possesses a fondness for the subject as well as great skill.
(Note to self, do not write in a when tired) Her very short history makes we wonder where the logic in the world has gone. Pealelei apparently has the ability to reproduce asexually and Giovenith has no father. She seems to think this as quite normal and does not seem to desire a father figure in her life. From what I understand she was raised by cats at some point during her life before being found by gods from another Pantheon.
The godling looks up to her mother and shares her mother's basic beliefs. Like her mother she is caring and kind, and sometimes behaves more human that immortal. She does not yet possess the powers of other gods or godesses, however, I am sure that that will change with time. Soon, she will develop into a powerful, yet (thankfully) benevolent force.
-Yoshio Tokei
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Swith Witherward » Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:05 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Makes sense. Thank you." Yuna said. She figured John's time here was just about up, and that Will could, realistically, be barging in any second to wake her up, and to receive her for the day's training. She made quickly smiled, and waved as she got up and headed to take a bath. She assumed he'd be kind enough not to follow along, but even if he did, Yuna didn't care really. Her body was just that, a body. "I'll be cleaning up for the day, you'll be staying here, I assume?"
Tiltjuice wrote:Swith Witherward wrote:Mate? Here?
He sized Dia up, instantly hating everything about him yet keeping his expression as passive as possible. The white knuckles and raised tendons in his right hand gave away a bit of his animosity as he clutched his beer glass. Then blood returned and the color was restored. He let go and accepted his fate.
"Seems nice," he conceded.
The hostile feelings towards Dia drifted away as resignation swept over him. He found himself unable to look at Chrys. He knew she had someone. She'd said as much before. He hadn't expected the other Conservator to turn up, however. The restaurant lost its allure. The only beautiful thing in it was the woman in front of him. Now he was surrounded by the smells of food and the sound of innocent conversations. Human things. Mortal things. Things that people like Dia probably took for granted.
He attempted to sip his beer but it had grown stale. What the fuck was I thinking? She's not interested in me. Obviously.
"I'm sure he makes you very happy. He's a very lucky man," Hans set his glass down and rose. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to..."
...To what? Duty? Rounds? Some asinine lie to get me out the door?
"... leave. It's better this way. Keep it professional," he found himself stating quietly.
In for an ounce, in for a pound. Hans made eye contact with Chrys. "I'm very fond of you, you see, not that I expect the feeling to be mutual," he admitted unashamedly. "You reminded me to live again. I'm grateful for that. My heart is breaking, though, because I was stupid and allowed myself to fall in love with you. Don't worry. I'll get over it and it'll have no bearing on our business interactions. Daemons purge emotions well, and mine is no exception. Good day, and be careful when you leave. Looks like the sidewalk's slippery."
He pulled a few Euros from his pocket and set them under his glass for the waitress.
Chrys flinched slightly, saying nothing at first. The decades of confinement (since the end of the Second World War) had gotten her too comfortable and too complacent, as she'd had only fellow Conservators for company. People she knew. People who knew her. People who were bound by a common faith.
Faith. That was all she had to fall back on at the moment, this idea that everything fell apart eventually, and that facing that reality with dignity and grace was all that mattered. She'd been blind; of course he'd been attracted to her. Singing for her wasn't an idle act done by a casual acquaintance or even a friend. A sharp throb of pain arced up and found purchase under her jaw. Faith wasn't helping her very much at the moment. Because of the awareness that Hans - being no Conservator - had no such belief. Because of the awareness that despite all her years, she had nowhere near the emotional restraint that so many of her Siblings did. Because of the awareness that despite that fact, she had to keep composed for Hans' sake. Because of the awareness that she had to bear this alone.
What do I do?
Slowly, hesitantly, as one who wasn't sure if she was doing right, she reached out and took his hand, squeezing it lightly. Why, she knew not. Comfort? Reassurance? Gratitude? All of those might have been in her eyes as she looked at him. She didn't know.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:26 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"Rise and shine!"
Yuna's door banged against the wall and Will stepped into the room. (John had wisely chosen to fall into his own shadow before being spotted.)
"Today's the stables! So up you get, and throw that uniform on. It's another fine day in Chaos!"
by Swith Witherward » Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:02 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Coming!" Yuna shouted back, catching what felt like a minor headache from the noise, but her own voice was hardly one she didn't like to hear. She rushed through the last few phases of her bathing schedule, and, with still wet hair, quickly slipped into her undergarments, moving onto the uniform next. Just a change of clothes for her, she was used to a rigid morning schedule, at least until she got her things done, then there was recreation, friends, and food.
"Breakfast first?"
She smiled and grabbed her new notebook off the bed where she'd left it, her room already mapped out on at least one page, and then the other knowledge she gained from John, and finally, a few little notes that she learned from Will the previous day.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:10 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"Eh, what?" Will was still feeling the joy from the previous night and his mind wasn't exactly on something as simple as breakfast.
He looked at the tired faces of his fellow cultists as they nursed their hangover or (for many) were still buzzing hard as they sat in the common room. There were a few breakfast things, mostly toast, some hard-boiled eggs, and orange juice. There were pitchers of water. Whoever normally prepared the meals was obviously not up to speed.
Inspiration struck Will.
"Yuna, can you cook?"
by Swith Witherward » Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:29 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Meh."
That was all Yuna replied with. For all her smarts, she was still somewhat featherbrained. Breakfast seemed like an impossible challenge, while she could craft several types of potions with her eyes closed. Food was never her strong suit, but on occasion, she'd been known to make some well-done dishes, but human food? Let's just say it was even more impossible-seeming than regular breakfast.
"I-I can try, if you'll help. I mean, I never wanted to be a cook, and never learned how to."
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Cerillium » Sat Nov 09, 2013 8:34 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:Datus, found himself getting tired as well as he grabbed onto the ball and fell asleep with it in his hands.
--
"Right.. Well it has been nice talking to you and all and I hope to see you in the future." He then looked towards Xanthe, placing an orb over her so that he wouldn't disturb her in her sleep, he and her both vanished back to their room. Xanthe, if she were to wake up, would find herself on her bed. While Lucius would be busy sitting at the table drinking some coffee.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Tiltjuice » Sat Nov 09, 2013 8:35 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Tiltjuice wrote:Chrys flinched slightly, saying nothing at first. The decades of confinement (since the end of the Second World War) had gotten her too comfortable and too complacent, as she'd had only fellow Conservators for company. People she knew. People who knew her. People who were bound by a common faith.
Faith. That was all she had to fall back on at the moment, this idea that everything fell apart eventually, and that facing that reality with dignity and grace was all that mattered. She'd been blind; of course he'd been attracted to her. Singing for her wasn't an idle act done by a casual acquaintance or even a friend. A sharp throb of pain arced up and found purchase under her jaw. Faith wasn't helping her very much at the moment. Because of the awareness that Hans - being no Conservator - had no such belief. Because of the awareness that despite all her years, she had nowhere near the emotional restraint that so many of her Siblings did. Because of the awareness that despite that fact, she had to keep composed for Hans' sake. Because of the awareness that she had to bear this alone.
What do I do?
Slowly, hesitantly, as one who wasn't sure if she was doing right, she reached out and took his hand, squeezing it lightly. Why, she knew not. Comfort? Reassurance? Gratitude? All of those might have been in her eyes as she looked at him. She didn't know.
Hans glanced down as Chrys slipped her hand into his and squeezed. The gesture confused him immensely. He was so out of touch with other beings, and so out of practice at reading any emotions other than anger and rage.
What does this mean? He searched his mind and found no answers and so he searched her face instead. A younger Hans might have griped about unclear signals sent by women. It was an older cultists in front of her, though. Out of touch, out of his element, and feeling sincerely stupid, he lightly squeezed back.
So is this a brush off or an invitation or neither?
He should have walked away. That would have been the wisest and simplest thing to do. He even considered a quaint diversion, maybe a bucket of confetti exploding from the mirror behind the bar to draw Chry's eyes away from him. The latter wouldn't happen. The buoyant emotions necessary to pull off such a silly maneuver weren't there. He should have walked away but his feet didn't want to comply.
"I don't understand," he whispered. "I'm not like your mate and the rest of the world. I don't understand what you're trying to tell me."
In for a pound, in for a ton. The tiny fissures in his heart widened and small pieces broke off and now cramped his stomach. He was, at heart, grateful that she hadn't given him short shrift. The confusion and pain would be gone immediately after the purge. For now, he'd suck it up in an effort to gain clarity.
"This is the part where you're supposed to say something about how sweet I am, but no thank you because I'm not your type. Are you saying that? I... can't tell."
by Giovenith » Sat Nov 09, 2013 8:37 pm
by The BranRiech » Sat Nov 09, 2013 8:42 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"Cooking is chemistry," Will replied and brought her down another hallway and to the kitchen.
Polished stainless steel greeted Yuna's eyes. Everything was spotless, organized and laid out in a way that allowed a person to be efficient. A fat man in a chef's hat and apron had taken up one entire corner, and he snoozed in a straight back chair. There were no other workers.
Will tossed an apron to Yuna and slipped one on for himself.
"Right," he smiled, "Chemistry. You have a formula. You gather the ingredients and follow the directions. That's the easy part. The hard part? Well, that's preparing those things. Remember yesterday I showed you how to prepare some of those herbs? It's the same concept. Now, what do you usually eat for breakfast?"
by Torsiedelle » Sat Nov 09, 2013 8:59 pm
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