Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

by **Transgravitas Directorate** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:34 am

Swith Witherward wrote:There was noise beyond the door but within the tiny chamber, still warm and comforting in so many ways, there was only the sound of soft breathing. Klingon apparel wasn't meant for gentle embraces but Hans wrapped his arms around Chrys nonetheless. His nose tip sought out her own. Curiosity ran rampant through him but this was new territory. Ogoti understood relationship things. Minerva's Lads did as well. Hans was just a German man at heart. He had been raised in an era where Victorian prudishness still lingered despite the aftermath of the Roaring Twenties. Duty and honor were familiar friends. Matters of the heart were foreign soil.

Tread lightly, Rache sensed the potential for failure.

"A very selfish part of me wants to thank Dia for parting with you. A very nervous side of me worries that I'm the cause of the dissolve. A very repentant side of me worries that I caused you pain." Hans chewed his lip a moment and then returned her gaze. " When all else is said and done, Fate proves true. There's no sense in trying to second-guess her. She's much wiser than we are. I won't see this as an end between you and Dia. Fate may have other plans. You and I should live each day, taking in each moment, and retiring each night with our trust that Fate knows what she's doing."

He drew a steadying breath and exhaled slowly before kissing her forehead. "Chrys, in the future? Please don't hesitate to tell me about things like this. You matter to me. The hand Fate deals you matters."

"All right," she said, at length. She wanted to disbelieve, to suggest that Fate was a trickster in her experience, but couldn't bring herself to. Not then, when Hans had spoken so well and touched her heart so skillfully. Nor was it about rewarding him; she refused to give herself to him as a prize, no matter how much he merited it. His kindness didn't need to be warped into ownership.

"I don't hold anything against you, Hans. Sometimes things like this happen, and I do follow Fate's direction. I'll be all right," she said again, attempting to assuage his concerns. "And, if you're willing, we'll both be able to share peace on the boardwalk, under the moon and the stars."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him gently back.

by **Transgravitas Directorate** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:38 am

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:Sherril simply let out a tired sigh, giving Dora a weary smile. She stuffed the key in a pocket on her skirt... kilt... rag wrapped around her waist... whatever. "I... I don't think I'll be able to sleep for a while. Adrenaline still hasn't worn off from the half-mile sprint I ran." She said, shuddering slightly while she picked Saren up once more, standing up. "I suppose I should get comfortable here anyways..."

"Half a mile? Pretty athletic. A lot better than I can do now, probably." Dora re-examined Sherril with new interest. "Anyway, food it is, then. You have to be starving after that, and the kid could always use some food, right? Come on, the communal kitchen is just upstairs and it's reopened from when it was infested by shapeshifting things."

She led the way up the staircase and to the room in question, sticking her head in the fridge without further ado. "Anything I can get you?" she called, somewhat muffled.

by **Rocopurr** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 8:04 am

The Carlisle wrote:Kale giggled as Lillian poured shampoo into her hair. She started rubbing her hair get the shampoo soapy and thoroughly through her hair. She felt the knots and seeds in her hair as she ran her hands through it. "things have been good! There was a party in the dining room. Talked with quite a few people there. Though things... happened which kinda stopped it. Me, a fellow named Jorgen, and a woman named Naomi went to a restaurant. I think it was called Chaos?" she said," Anyways, We headed back." She paused for a second. "I don't know much after that. Must have done something that made me forget. Anyways, I must have fallen asleep outside at one point. And that's about it!"

She moved in to grab Lillian's arm when she slipped. She sighed with relief when she managed to not fall. "You're almost as clumsy as me," she said giggling. Her hands were thoroughly covered in shampoo soap. Her stretched out her fingers towards Lillian, faking a sinister smile. "Now, time to clean that fur," she said in a faked ominous tone whilst giggling. She started rubbing down Lillian's body, transferring the shampoo on her hands to Lillian. She giggled while doing this.

"I went to Chaos once! It's the hella cool bar, right?" She remembered going there with Flint, who she had found injured in a hallway. It had been the teen's first and only time at a bar, but she wanted to go back. The memory seemed old now; that couldn't have happened six months ago, could it? Time was flying by too fast. "We should go back there with our friends sometime!"

Lilian giggled and helped wash her own fur. Her tail, which appeared to be tiny when wet, was wagging and spraying soapy water everywhere. "You need to be cleaned, too!", Lilian grinned and began rubbing soap onto Kale.

by **Giovenith** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 10:39 am

Swith Witherward wrote:
Giovenith wrote:
Well what a coin-kee-dink! Giovenith thought that time must have really been dead set on whatever it was to bring the mysterious neighbor man straight to her. Much quicker than anticipated. Luckily though, she was a quick weaver, as was expected of her.

"For you," she said sweetly, handing the basket up to him from her criss-cross spot on the floor. "It smells like mint, cinnamon, and the ocean, if you don't mind." Mister Bodkins seemed nice enough, so she genuinely hoped he wouldn't.

Rodney was touched. It was seldom (okay, never) that anyone offered him anything. He cradled the basket in his hands and drew it to his face to inhale the scents.

"Absolutely wonderful," he breathed. He set the basket down, hitched his trouser legs and squatted on the floor.

A quick rummage through his suit jacket produced lint, some old mints, his lucky Crown Tulgey, and a small greenish ball that resembled a velvety soft sea urchin with plush spines. He handed this last item to Giovenith. "It's a milp. Put it in a pocket or on the floor of your room. It eats dander, dust mites, and dust mite scat. I'm Mr. Bodkins, by the way. Please call me Rodney."

"Ooo, thank you so much Mister Rodney!" Giovenith cheerfully took the milp in her hands. She tilted her head and studied it for a moment, before giggling a bit. "It's really super cute! I think I'll name it Muffy. Thank you again!"

The godling carefully got to her feet and smiled. "So you are the mysterious Rodney people speak occasionally about? That's neat! How come you don't ever come hang out with us sometimes? We're all friends up here."

by **The Carlisle** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 11:22 am

"Yes we should!" Kale said. It would be so cool to get Lillian, Torii, Marcus, and Gio for dinner at Chaos. When lillian started soaping her body, Kale started laughing. She was pretty ticklish so the rubbing made her laugh. She Helped Lillian wash herself down as well. After it all, both of them were foaming with shampoo and soap. Kale looked to the shower and them back to Lillian. "Time to wash off!" she said. She walked into the shower. The hot water felt so good on her skin.

by **Rocopurr** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:25 pm

The laughing was contagious, and Lilian soon found herself giggling again. "Maybe we could even go tonight!", Lilian didn't plan on sleeping any time soon. Her evening had been fun, so why stop the fun now? She put her head under the stream of water from the shower head, squeezing her eyes closed. Most of the mud had washed off her by now, but there were still tangled messed of fur and hair. Lilian began to weave her fingers through herself and work out tangles.

"Ya ready to get out soon?"

by **The BranRiech** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:37 pm

"I . . . I . . ." Yuna stuttered as he took the soda from Torii, popping it open as he wondered about what Torii had done. He had expected something extreme, but being a guy, like . . . Drova? Eww! Everything about him felt weird. Most of it was about being human though, it felt like he was missing 2 appendages, and his ears felt like they'd been amputated, simply because human ears were absolutely tiny, and shorter hair was scary, well, that may have been the whole 'being a guy' thing, but still!

"Too weird."

"Too funny." Drova corrected her, cracking the seal on his own soda.

Yuna sighed though, and quickly figured out how to change herself back, which is what she did as soon as she could, handing the gun back to Torii. Of course, now there were 3 Pyersai in the room, and would probably surprise the two in the shower when they ever decided to exit.

Drova shrugged, wanting to hang with Lillian.

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:11 pm

"I find being one of your kind weird, too. I'm not too freaked out, though. Still, I guess I oughtta change back sometime. That cool with you guys?"

She played around with the pop tab and started watching the TV. "Yea, I think it would be cool to go run around tonight. It's been too long, and I want to unwind some more. Anywhere exciting and dangerous you guys wanna go to? No doubt a lot of our neighbors and friends are out tonight, too."

by **Motoneuron** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:18 pm

Ki nodded in agreement when the pony said that it would be better to be inside. He was starting to feel cold and uncomfortable. Come to think of it, he hadn't really taken the time to adjust his body to this planet. He started to occupy his mind with thoughts of whether he should make any drastic changes or just optimize it to this place.

He misstepped a bit at the question about his emotions, he wasn't used to talking about such things with where he was from... or even thinking about such things. He had spent many years not trusting people and staying reserved that it was second nature for him to avoid showing emotion. He was trying to get away from that though and in his experience Sterling was about as harmless a person to tell as anyone could be.

"I suppose you could say I feel a bit homesick and a bit isolated here" Ki said reluctantly, showing a little bit of his emotion but still avoiding showing it all or giving specifics. "I know its irrational but I still feel it"

by **New Aksarben** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:31 pm

"Well, that's understandable, I feel it all the time. I wish I could go home but I take solace in the fact I have good friends here. Like Willow and Giovenith and a few others. Well, I knew Willow before coming to this world but still, its great that he's here. Maybe you could find some friends here that you feel safe and happy around? It could lift your mood to be social possibly." Sterling said with a shrug as he followed Ki inside of the building. He quickly glanced around the lobby again to see who was around before turning attention back towards the insectoid standing next to him.

"I could be your friend if you need one, I want to help; It sucks seeing people down and homesick, and I think the best way to do that might be to distract yourself from things and just relax. Like by reading or talking with friends or other fun stuff like that." The pony nodded in affirmation, smiling brightly up to Ki, his fur still soaking wet, along with his mane and tail, making it all droop towards the floor.

by **Swith Witherward** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:42 pm

Transgravitas Directorate wrote:
"All right," she said, at length. She wanted to disbelieve, to suggest that Fate was a trickster in her experience, but couldn't bring herself to. Not then, when Hans had spoken so well and touched her heart so skillfully. Nor was it about rewarding him; she refused to give herself to him as a prize, no matter how much he merited it. His kindness didn't need to be warped into ownership.

"I don't hold anything against you, Hans. Sometimes things like this happen, and I do follow Fate's direction. I'll be all right," she said again, attempting to assuage his concerns. "And, if you're willing, we'll both be able to share peace on the boardwalk, under the moon and the stars."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him gently back.

There's nothing quite like being in love. It gives you a feeling of invincibility, as if all the weight in the world were as light as a feather and no challenge couldn't be bested. For Hans, love was also a reminder that the world still contained beauty and hope. Chrys had awoken those dormant reminders and then, without any hesitation, accepted him for who he was without any animosity towards him for his failures or burdens. She had changed him in slight ways, and he could only assume perhaps a bit of himself had rubbed off on her in an equally beneficial way. These thoughts danced in his mind as they took a few moments to share tender physical affection.

Even Rache, a creature born of emotions from battle itself, had been affected by her touch. Whereas before he would snarl at and mock the bond between his host and the human, now he found himself soothed by it. He patiently waited out the embrace and kissing, metaphorically drumming his fingers but remaining silent as the buoyant emotions rippled through his host. After a time, and when he felt it was best that both Hans and Chrys 'come up for air', he coughed and prompted his host to focus on the Mezran and Rudolf situation in the great room.

Hans finished the kiss and rubbed his nose along Chrys' cheek. "The boardwalk awaits," he murmured, "and we won't get there anytime soon if they've thrown my brother and our Klingon captain into whatever passes for a jail here. Of course, breaking them out would be fun."

He stepped back then, although internally he was reluctant to do so. His hands loosely held her own as he observed her Klingon form. "Well, everything looks right. I like this species' culture. I like the way the approach things. It suits. But I think they're better off without us here."

The door opened and Hans smiled. "Beauty before brute," he gestured towards the hall.

by **Transgravitas Directorate** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 6:15 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:
There's nothing quite like being in love. It gives you a feeling of invincibility, as if all the weight in the world were as light as a feather and no challenge couldn't be bested. For Hans, love was also a reminder that the world still contained beauty and hope. Chrys had awoken those dormant reminders and then, without any hesitation, accepted him for who he was without any animosity towards him for his failures or burdens. She had changed him in slight ways, and he could only assume perhaps a bit of himself had rubbed off on her in an equally beneficial way. These thoughts danced in his mind as they took a few moments to share tender physical affection.

Even Rache, a creature born of emotions from battle itself, had been affected by her touch. Whereas before he would snarl at and mock the bond between his host and the human, now he found himself soothed by it. He patiently waited out the embrace and kissing, metaphorically drumming his fingers but remaining silent as the buoyant emotions rippled through his host. After a time, and when he felt it was best that both Hans and Chrys 'come up for air', he coughed and prompted his host to focus on the Mezran and Rudolf situation in the great room.

Hans finished the kiss and rubbed his nose along Chrys' cheek. "The boardwalk awaits," he murmured, "and we won't get there anytime soon if they've thrown my brother and our Klingon captain into whatever passes for a jail here. Of course, breaking them out would be fun."

He stepped back then, although internally he was reluctant to do so. His hands loosely held her own as he observed her Klingon form. "Well, everything looks right. I like this species' culture. I like the way the approach things. It suits. But I think they're better off without us here."

The door opened and Hans smiled. "Beauty before brute," he gestured towards the hall.

Chrys paused in the doorway. A wave of emotions rushed through her. Her fears of experiencing a situation similar to Dora's, with entanglements in a net weighted down by people. Her history with Dia, and even Kei. One had been momentary fun and the other a long-standing rock, but Hans hadn't thought less of her for leaving the rock behind and she had no doubt he wouldn't object to the fling either. She felt reinforced, re-energized. With his assurances, she stepped out into the hallway, once more the plucky battle maiden who'd first drawn his attention.

"I'll miss this place," she said, smiling back. "But you're right. Onward!"

by **Germanic Templars** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 6:23 pm

The BranRiech wrote:"Ah, and by "Open", what do you mean?" Natiya winked, wondering what the Krutes did on their beaches that made them so much better. Sinking down to her chest in the water, Natiya splayed herself out and just started to float around.

He gave a raised eye brow and said, "Come on now, I shouldn't have to say it." He gave a light playful splash before he lowered himself into the water where only anything from his nose, above was not submerged in the water.

by **The Carlisle** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 6:32 pm

Rocopurr wrote:The laughing was contagious, and Lilian soon found herself giggling again. "Maybe we could even go tonight!", Lilian didn't plan on sleeping any time soon. Her evening had been fun, so why stop the fun now? She put her head under the stream of water from the shower head, squeezing her eyes closed. Most of the mud had washed off her by now, but there were still tangled messed of fur and hair. Lilian began to weave her fingers through herself and work out tangles.

"Ya ready to get out soon?"

"That'd be uber awesome!" Kale said. Kale ran her fingers through her hair. There were some knots here and there. She loved the feeling of her hair, its silky smoothness and glister. She could feel the seeds scattered throughout it, attached to the strands like an infant to its mother. Kale nodded in agreement to Lillian's suggestion. Kale turned to the shower knob and turned it off, stopping the stream of hot water. She stepped out of the shower and went to find a towel. "Where do they put them?" she thought.

by **The BranRiech** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 6:46 pm

"Aww, come on, being one of us is awesome, we can fly. Who else do you know that can fly?" Yuna asked jokingly, knowing a lot of people in the apartment could probably fly. But the more she thought about it, the less people she could think of that could probably fly, so her statement was at least somewhat relevant. "And as for something fun to do? Well, we could always go to the pool, I mean, it might be heated, but it is nice outside, rainy, but nice."

Drova chimed in as well.

"I wouldn't mind a swim, could be nice, especially if it stopped pouring out."

--

"Damn it, man, why aren't we at those beaches then?"

Natiya giggled again. "Nah, sounds like they know how to have fun though, Humans must be so prudish to them." She figured as she thought about the differences. Hell, public nudity was illegal in most places, when the Krutes could care less.

"Well, at least it looks like we're some of the only people here."

by **Fvaarniimar** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 6:48 pm

Nick's fur had lain flat against his skin; a layer of mud that had stuck to him had plastered it down, trapping water. He'd been spooked by the danger of ingesting the dirt, dust, and liquids of Vaffelheim- not that licking away the mud would have done him much good. He still would have been cold, would have shivered; the water, ice against his skin, leached heat, and would have done so regardless. (The mud, at least, had trapped a smidgen of warmth.) Having dealt with such conditions many times before had made him no more amenable to them, and the scarf which would have kept him warm despite these was in the small nook in his apartment which served as a bedroom.

Getting to his feet, he'd found himself facing northwest, The Library visible in the distance. Well. He'd intended to return to the Building (maybe grab the scarf), but-

The ringing of the approaching trolley had settled the question, and he'd rushed to the corner. Meowing loudly, he'd boarded, touching an ankle with a paw which (hesitantly) he'd licked to explain his destination and apologize for the mess. Once, he'd have snuck on, or else clung to the outside, but he was a citizen in his own right now, and besides it was free. (Not that he'd have been forced to sneak on even if it hadn't been- someone both observant and low to the ground can find quite a few coins- not enough for rent, but, over time, sufficient for a ride.)
(The cat did know what a library card was, but had put off obtaining one, enjoying the excuse which the lack had been providing to head to the library in person and not being able to transport the literature in question. He'd seriously consider rectifying the situation, however.)

The ride hadn't been terribly eventful; a few people had looked slightly familiar, but not enough so for the cat to risk approaching them. He'd sat alone for awhile; originally he'd considering tucking himself under a seat but then deciding that, as such a citizen, he could occupy one. (Besides, they were rather comfortable.) Near the end, someone had sat down next to him, but they'd been quite oblivious, to the point where Nick had been fortunate to avoid having been squished; Nick meanwhile had been dozing, and hadn't bothered to interact.

Eventually, the stop at Memorial Park was announced; Nick disembarked.

He passed a restaurant- by this time famished, the cat sniffed the air wistfully and decided to find a mouse, which he promptly, neatly, and humanely dispatched, unknowingly using his power to anesthetize it.
He got on a bus after that; finally, he arrived at his actual destination. A hypothetical watcher (say at a window) would be treated to an interesting sight as the soaked cat, distinguished from the proverbial drowned rat only by triangular ears, a furred tail, and (of course) size, plodded up and then in, paws squelching on the marble; once sheltered from the rain, he shook himself, not wanting to damage any books. Walking up the stairs, taking an elevator, and approaching that floor's transparent table, the cat pawed an orb to request the comic book which he'd been reading and- a memory stirring- any comic book which might relate to his powers, specifically ones involving sensing the future or communicating through nonstandard means.

Of course, that resulted in his getting knocked off of the table by an avalanche of paper. A patiently waiting fellow patron, whose eyes had widened as she'd watched a rather normal-looking cat of all things operating the table in a blasé manner, chuckled, scooped him up, and impulsively started to kiss his forehead, hesitated, and instead asked if there was anything with which she could help him. Lacking a better option and needing help to transport the literature in question besides, Nick sheepishly explained.

On the woman's advice, he requested that all books not prominently involving a character with such a power be sent back- this shrunk the pile to about a third of its original size. Deciding not to focus on abilities connecting to the future at this time narrowed it by an additional twelfth (although there were still far too many books for the cat to tackle); taking reading level into consideration shrunk it a smidge; and at that point Nick just picked five which looked promising and sent the remainder back, re-requesting his original selection.

Carrying the six books and- insisting- a tired-looking cat, the woman went to a specific lounge, unloaded these, exited, and- pinching herself- walked back to the table. Nick, meanwhile, got started reading, deciding that next time a criterion which he'd use for narrowing the selection would be color schemes- specifically, a very high proportion of blue and green.

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:10 pm

"The pool would be cool, but I just recently showered.....oh well, I'm clean. Actually, yea, pool would be awesome. I hope Male and Lilian don't mind, either. They just showered to wash off mud, but the pool's going to be clean. I'd just need my swimsuit, since I don't want to get my dress wet."

She quickly, seemingly without purpose, walked into the wash room and fired the gun, emerging a moment later as her normal human self. "And I do enjoy flying, but that's why I have the fairy setting. That, and everything seems so big, it's awesome."

She knocked on the bathroom door to get Kale and Lilian's attention. "Hey, wanna go to the pool? Towels are in the cubby below the sink."

by **Monfrox** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:15 pm

At this time, Flint and Cinnamon made there way out of the lobby and out of the building with a few greetings to the other residents. Both had receive a strange note written in almost unreadable English lettering stating that they both had jobs to tend to now with the initials "BN" as the only hint to who wrote it. Both feared that the person that wrote the letter was some sort of mystical being watching over them, and went to investigate if it was really true at the specified locations.

As they went, Sinyaya slowly woke up and looked over to find Aunt Varona fast asleep herself. Not even the child's slight nudging woke her from her slumber. Sinyaya quickly became bored of the room and ventured out into the unknown that was the hallway, where she promptly went wandering around, looking for someone to talk to or something interesting to explore.

by **Germanic Templars** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:20 pm

The BranRiech wrote:"Damn it, man, why aren't we at those beaches then?"

Natiya giggled again. "Nah, sounds like they know how to have fun though, Humans must be so prudish to them." She figured as she thought about the differences. Hell, public nudity was illegal in most places, when the Krutes could care less.

"Well, at least it looks like we're some of the only people here."

Aleki lifted his head from the water and replied, "Meh, we are at one of the more "outer" beaches, I think. Zargoza, I know, has more of those beaches, but you don't see much of other species there, like the Cha'chuna, or the Goirya, both reptilian-like race, both, very odd too."

by **Swith Witherward** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:27 pm

Giovenith wrote:
"Ooo, thank you so much Mister Rodney!" Giovenith cheerfully took the milp in her hands. She tilted her head and studied it for a moment, before giggling a bit. "It's really super cute! I think I'll name it Muffy. Thank you again!"

The godling carefully got to her feet and smiled. "So you are the mysterious Rodney people speak occasionally about? That's neat! How come you don't ever come hang out with us sometimes? We're all friends up here."

"You're most welcome," Rodney smiled.

He glanced around the lobby as he considered Giovenith's question. "I suppose I don't emerge from the depths often because I haven't any reason to do so. I'm not adventure material. I'm downright bland. In truth, I do nothing more than audit Charumati Thriller's capacity to handle a rather important affair between my people and her. Now I remain to audit her replacement but tracking her down is an absolute chore."

by **Giovenith** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:40 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:
Giovenith wrote:
"Ooo, thank you so much Mister Rodney!" Giovenith cheerfully took the milp in her hands. She tilted her head and studied it for a moment, before giggling a bit. "It's really super cute! I think I'll name it Muffy. Thank you again!"

The godling carefully got to her feet and smiled. "So you are the mysterious Rodney people speak occasionally about? That's neat! How come you don't ever come hang out with us sometimes? We're all friends up here."

"You're most welcome," Rodney smiled.

He glanced around the lobby as he considered Giovenith's question. "I suppose I don't emerge from the depths often because I haven't any reason to do so. I'm not adventure material. I'm downright bland. In truth, I do nothing more than audit Charumati Thriller's capacity to handle a rather important affair between my people and her. Now I remain to audit her replacement but tracking her down is an absolute chore."

For a dampening moment, Giovenith felt a shock of the same pain and guilt she'd felt when she'd first learned of Swith's death, but was able to quickly shake it off. She'd been through her mourning stage, and although she still missed the elder god, Giovenith could acknowledge it without cracking down. So Mister Rodney had known Most High Swith? Not too shocking, Giovenith was sure that Swith had probably been pretty out and about during her life.

"What about friends? You don't need to go on adventures to have friends, and there's always someone out there who will think that you're great just the way you are," Giovenith said optimistically, and fully prepared to offer her own friendship. The godling could be friends with almost anyone, and certainly had room to put Mister Rodney on her list. If he really didn't hang out with anyone, then he deserved a pal.

by **Swith Witherward** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 8:25 pm

Giovenith wrote:
For a dampening moment, Giovenith felt a shock of the same pain and guilt she'd felt when she'd first learned of Swith's death, but was able to quickly shake it off. She'd been through her mourning stage, and although she still missed the elder god, Giovenith could acknowledge it without cracking down. So Mister Rodney had known Most High Swith? Not too shocking, Giovenith was sure that Swith had probably been pretty out and about during her life.

"What about friends? You don't need to go on adventures to have friends, and there's always someone out there who will think that you're great just the way you are," Giovenith said optimistically, and fully prepared to offer her own friendship. The godling could be friends with almost anyone, and certainly had room to put Mister Rodney on her list. If he really didn't hang out with anyone, then he deserved a pal.

Rodney's eyebrow raised, although not in an insulting manner. "Most people aren't too keen to be friends with anything Nifidian. Call it paranoia, or call it disgust. Either way, we are often overlooked and tend to keep our friends counted on the fingers of one hand... if that's the proper expression."

He rocked back on his heels and then planted his rump on the ground, drawing his legs into a crossed position. "Tell me, what's this place all about? I've seen a lot of activity but it swirls on by before I've had a chance to even stop someone to ask what's going on."

by **Giovenith** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 9:04 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:
Giovenith wrote:
For a dampening moment, Giovenith felt a shock of the same pain and guilt she'd felt when she'd first learned of Swith's death, but was able to quickly shake it off. She'd been through her mourning stage, and although she still missed the elder god, Giovenith could acknowledge it without cracking down. So Mister Rodney had known Most High Swith? Not too shocking, Giovenith was sure that Swith had probably been pretty out and about during her life.

"What about friends? You don't need to go on adventures to have friends, and there's always someone out there who will think that you're great just the way you are," Giovenith said optimistically, and fully prepared to offer her own friendship. The godling could be friends with almost anyone, and certainly had room to put Mister Rodney on her list. If he really didn't hang out with anyone, then he deserved a pal.

Rodney's eyebrow raised, although not in an insulting manner. "Most people aren't too keen to be friends with anything Nifidian. Call it paranoia, or call it disgust. Either way, we are often overlooked and tend to keep our friends counted on the fingers of one hand... if that's the proper expression."

He rocked back on his heels and then planted his rump on the ground, drawing his legs into a crossed position. "Tell me, what's this place all about? I've seen a lot of activity but it swirls on by before I've had a chance to even stop someone to ask what's going on."

"About?" Giovenith took a sweeping gaze along the walls and ceiling of the lobby, taking in every familiar detail she had remembered from her long time here in the Building. "Well, it's a place, a place where stuff happens, not sure if it has a narrative though. No people in some far off dimension writing out our every word and movement. That'd be silly..."

She plopped down on the ground herself, and tried to look for possible shapes on the ceiling. "I just know that a lot of special people come to live here, and special things have no choice but to follow them. We don't really expect it, or prepare for it, just deal with it as it comes along. Of course, some people might say that everything that happens is planned... that stuff kind of scares me though. This place is about whatever you think it's about."

by **Swith Witherward** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 9:10 pm

Giovenith wrote:"About?" Giovenith took a sweeping gaze along the walls and ceiling of the lobby, taking in every familiar detail she had remembered from her long time here in the Building. "Well, it's a place, a place where stuff happens, not sure if it has a narrative though. No people in some far off dimension writing out our every word and movement. That'd be silly..."

She plopped down on the ground herself, and tried to look for possible shapes on the ceiling. "I just know that a lot of special people come to live here, and special things have no choice but to follow them. We don't really expect it, or prepare for it, just deal with it as it comes along. Of course, some people might say that everything that happens is planned... that stuff kind of scares me though. This place is about whatever you think it's about."

"Well then, I think it's about time I got more involved," Rodney chuckled. "Apparently they're letting Tilktep in now, so perhaps there's hope for the rest of us."

The man reached back and carefully tightened his dreadlock knot to keep them in place. "What about you? What's your story?"

by **Giovenith** » Tue Jun 17, 2014 9:19 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:"Well then, I think it's about time I got more involved," Rodney chuckled. "Apparently they're letting Tilktep in now, so perhaps there's hope for the rest of us."

The man reached back and carefully tightened his dreadlock knot to keep them in place. "What about you? What's your story?"

"My mom is Pearlelei, and she sent me off to live here during the last serious altercation with Devourer beings." Considering that Mister Rodney knew Miss Swith, Giovenith trusted that he didn't need any extra explaining as to what that short background meant. "That's all over and done with now, but I made so many friends here, that I just decided to stay. I still keep in touch with my family, but I go through a lot more fun experiences here. Most recently, me and the other children my age formed our very own club!"

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