Personification Life

[Dabfia]

*Dab watches the space light*
God dammit thats just what we need, more problems. *Puts the mask on and puts cloak mode on and grabs a box of napalm bombs*

[Germanic Templars]

"Large all-meat?" Gretta asked NVE.



Naomi held out her hand to Aleki. "Alright, let's see what he has to say. You know, I have the strange feeling that he treats you similarly to how Swith treats me."



Telsa organized the kitchen and Swith had to step away before his obsessive-compulsive disorder sparked her ire.



The chibi smiled at Tsu and opened her arms for a hug.

Dear Aleki,

I have gone off the planet this time to search of any underground Ultor groups on Templar controlled planets as well as steal some of their technologies. I know the risks of leaving you alone are high, but this is a must, if we are to stop Ultor and secure the Templar Dream, then so be it. Until then, be ready for anything, and watch your back.

With love, Cornelius Thriller

P.S. Keep a close eye on that little shit Dabfia, the bastard is working for Ultor.

"What do you mean, how does he treat you?"

[The BranRiech]

"Some things never change." Tesla said organizing the kitchen making everything straight and aligned.

"Have you ever heard of Waffles? They're really good, easy to make too."

Bran proceeded to guide the man through the few steps of making Waffles. Once he was done explaining, he let Tesla try his hand at making his own batch. "Here, just do everything I told you, your Waffles might even be as good as mine . . ."

Secretly, Bran was ecstatic to be even in the presence of such an amazing man, let alone instructing him on how to make Waffles.

[Swith Witherward]

Dear Aleki,

I have gone off the planet this time to search of any underground Ultor groups on Templar controlled planets as well as steal some of their technologies. I know the risks of leaving you alone are high, but this is a must, if we are to stop Ultor and secure the Templar Dream, then so be it. Until then, be ready for anything, and watch your back.

With love, Cornelius Thriller

P.S. Keep a close eye on that little shit Dabfia, the bastard is working for Ultor.

"What do you mean, how does he treat you?"

"Well, not the same, obviously," Naomi handed Aleki the note. "He seems to be rather fatherly towards you. He's such a quirky man, really. I like him." Naomi patted Aleki's arm. "I don't see any risks here, unless you drink too much or don't look before you enter a room. Always look first."


Swith watched Bran bond with Tesla. "Good kid," she said to herself. "He deserves a positive experience for a change." Telsa had lined up a spoon to run parallel to the counter tile. Unable to retrain herself, she leaned over and nudged it out of alignment.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

"Large all-meat?" Gretta asked NVE.



Naomi held out her hand to Aleki. "Alright, let's see what he has to say. You know, I have the strange feeling that he treats you similarly to how Swith treats me."



Telsa organized the kitchen and Swith had to step away before his obsessive-compulsive disorder sparked her ire.



The chibi smiled at Tsu and opened her arms for a hug.

"hugs the chibi"
your so cute and cuddly!

[Bone Fort]

*Dab watches the space light*
God dammit thats just what we need, more problems. *Puts the mask on and puts cloak mode on and grabs a box of napalm bombs*

Before he vanishes, Bones catches him.

"Dab, I already know know what you're gonna go do, and I only have this to say... napalm is a rather poor choice for fighting in space, no oxygen for it to burn. Uses nukes."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Large all-meat?" Gretta asked NVE.



Naomi held out her hand to Aleki. "Alright, let's see what he has to say. You know, I have the strange feeling that he treats you similarly to how Swith treats me."



Telsa organized the kitchen and Swith had to step away before his obsessive-compulsive disorder sparked her ire.



The chibi smiled at Tsu and opened her arms for a hug.

"So the usual for you Mr. Not A. Velociraptor and your lady friend. Coming right-a up for my most loyal customer and generous tipper." the Italian man said. "I was always bad at making up aliases." NVE said with a smile.


Nikola used 18 napkins to wipe all the plates and utensils until they were spotless.

[Dabfia]

*Dab watches the space light*
God dammit thats just what we need, more problems. *Puts the mask on and puts cloak mode on and grabs a box of napalm bombs*

Before he vanishes, Bones catches him.

"Dab, I already know know what you're gonna go do, and I only have this to say... napalm is a rather poor choice for fighting in space, no oxygen for it to burn. Uses nukes."

Thanks for the advice, i gotta get revenge on Dani for killing me *Puts the napalm bombs down and disappears and reappers with a box full of mini nukes*

[Swith Witherward]

"hugs the chibi"
your so cute and cuddly!

The chibi purrs and then wiggles away, skipping across the room and hiding the contents of Tsu's pockets under a throw pillow while the girl was looking away from her.


"Oh, me too," Gretta said. "It all began when we made up our own names. Looking back, Gretchen was probably not a clever name to couple with Garbo."

[Bone Fort]

Thanks for the advice, i gotta get revenge on Dani for killing me *Puts the napalm bombs down and disappears and reappers with a box full of mini nukes*

"Good luck! _{He's gonna get his ass kicked.}"

Bones waved at him as he left and sat down with a bowl of popcorn.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Some things never change." Tesla said organizing the kitchen making everything straight and aligned.

"Have you ever heard of Waffles? They're really good, easy to make too."

Bran proceeded to guide the man through the few steps of making Waffles. Once he was done explaining, he let Tesla try his hand at making his own batch. "Here, just do everything I told you, your Waffles might even be as good as mine . . ."

Secretly, Bran was ecstatic to be even in the presence of such an amazing man, let alone instructing him on how to make Waffles.

Tesla tried making them. "What a wonderful food, it is both circular and square." he remarked and returned the spoon to alignment.

[Dabfia]

Thanks for the advice, i gotta get revenge on Dani for killing me *Puts the napalm bombs down and disappears and reappers with a box full of mini nukes*

"Good luck! _{He's gonna get his ass kicked.}"

Bones waved at him as he left and sat down with a bowl of popcorn.

I heard that.
*A terminator ships filled with T-1000 modded terminators holding rail drivers and Dab gets on and 500 other terminator ships are flying above them as they take off towards where the space light was*

[The Drone Empire]

"Good luck! _{He's gonna get his ass kicked.}"

Bones waved at him as he left and sat down with a bowl of popcorn.

I heard that.
*A terminator ships filled with T-1000 modded terminators holding rail drivers and Dab gets on and 500 other terminator ships are flying above them as they take off towards where the space light was*

(OOC: Hunter Killers? Srysly br0?)

"Anomalies detected, deploying fighters.." The Ship's A.I said to it's self, for the data logs.

From the same place the Shuttle left, dozens of fighter vessels came out in large fans, ready to combat the inbound threat. If things became so serious, the Assault Carrier, a ship built for war with other entities of equal technological level, might use it's full arsenal.

[Swith Witherward]

Tesla tried making them. "What a wonderful food, it is both circular and square." he remarked and returned the spoon to alignment.

Swith focused on the spoon, wanting to push it out of alignment again, caught up in the neurotic pleasure of defying her own compulsiveness. She watched Tesla make another waffle and return the spoon to its proper position, and then another. She was quite sure her tongue was going to bleed soon. In a fit of chaos, she whipped the spoon off the counter and flung it across the room, watching it bounce off Brutus' head. She composed herself and opened her coin purse, drawing the spoon back out again, wiping it six times and setting it back exactly where Tesla had placed it. "Thank you," she said.

[Giovenith]

Beelzebub was forcibly wiping the make-up off from Asmodeus's face with a wash cloth.

"I have told you time, and time again that I do not want you applying that face paint right before breakfast!" he lectured.

"MMMF!" mumbled Asmodeus.

"It's unsanitary, that's why," answered Beelzebub. "Do you know how much cosmetic dust falls into the average meal? You can put it back on after you're done eating."

When he was done, Asmodeus looked pitifully washed up. Without the carefully applied make-up, the lust demon looked much closer to his true physical age of fifteen human years, and the left over cosmetic smears made his scene look almost unnaturally pitiful.

Belphegor snickered. "You look like a raccoon!"

Asmodeus slapped him.

"OW!" Belphegor slapped back.

Beelzebub slapped them both. "EAT."

[Dabfia]

I heard that.
*A terminator ships filled with T-1000 modded terminators holding rail drivers and Dab gets on and 500 other terminator ships are flying above them as they take off towards where the space light was*

(OOC: Hunter Killers? Srysly br0?)

"Anomalies detected, deploying fighters.." The Ship's A.I said to it's self, for the data logs.

From the same place the Shuttle left, dozens of fighter vessels came out in large fans, ready to combat the inbound threat. If things became so serious, the Assault Carrier, a ship built for war with other entities of equal technological level, might use it's full arsenal.

(ooc: Not hunter killers Modded not changed)
*Plasma cannons start shooting from the terminator ships at the fighters*
Thank goodness for ship modifying

[The BranRiech]

Tesla tried making them. "What a wonderful food, it is both circular and square." he remarked and returned the spoon to alignment.

"Want me to write down the recipe for you when you have to go back?"

Bran grabbed the Waffles and brought them all out to the table and Swith. "He's no Waffle god, but they sure do taste good."

Swith focused on the spoon, wanting to push it out of alignment again, caught up in the neurotic please of defying her own compulsiveness. She watched Tesla make another waffle and return the spoon to its proper position, and then another. She was quite sure her tongue was going to bleed soon. In a fit of chaos, she whipped the spoon off the counter and flung it across the room, watching it bounce off Brutus' head. She composed herself and opened her coin purse, drawing the spoon back out again, wiping it six times and setting it back exactly where Tesla had placed it. "Thank you," she said.

"You ok?"

[Swith Witherward]

Beelzebub was forcibly wiping the make-up off from Asmodeus's face with a wash cloth.

"I have told you time, and time again that I do not want you applying that face paint right before breakfast!" he lectured.

"MMMF!" mumbled Asmodeus.

"It's unsanitary, that's why," answered Beelzebub. "Do you know how much cosmetic dust falls into the average meal? You can put it back on after you're done eating."

When he was done, Asmodeus looked pitifully washed up. Without the carefully applied make-up, the lust demon looked much closer to his true physical age of fifteen human years, and the left over cosmetic smears made his scene look almost unnaturally pitiful.

Belphegor snickered. "You look like a raccoon!"

Asmodeus slapped him.

"OW!" Belphegor slapped back.

Beelzebub slapped them both. "EAT."

"Problems with the children, dear?" Swith said, having pulled herself away from the temptation of spoons.

[Monfrox]

"You had your chance." The girl said. "Unless Giov has something in mind." She said, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Nope!" she shook her head, white hair becoming messier than usual.

"Well ain't this all fine and dandy!" said Asmodeus

Belphegor rolled his eyes. "Kids..."

"Dude, you're not even much older."

"SO WHAT?!"

"Giov, I didn't mean that..." She said, face-palming.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Tesla tried making them. "What a wonderful food, it is both circular and square." he remarked and returned the spoon to alignment.

"Want me to write down the recipe for you when you have to go back?"

Bran grabbed the Waffles and brought them all out to the table and Swith. "He's no Waffle god, but they sure do taste good."

Swith focused on the spoon, wanting to push it out of alignment again, caught up in the neurotic please of defying her own compulsiveness. She watched Tesla make another waffle and return the spoon to its proper position, and then another. She was quite sure her tongue was going to bleed soon. In a fit of chaos, she whipped the spoon off the counter and flung it across the room, watching it bounce off Brutus' head. She composed herself and opened her coin purse, drawing the spoon back out again, wiping it six times and setting it back exactly where Tesla had placed it. "Thank you," she said.

"You ok?"

"You know, waffles exist in 1917." Tesla said and then looked at Swith.

[The Drone Empire]

(OOC: Hunter Killers? Srysly br0?)

"Anomalies detected, deploying fighters.." The Ship's A.I said to it's self, for the data logs.

From the same place the Shuttle left, dozens of fighter vessels came out in large fans, ready to combat the inbound threat. If things became so serious, the Assault Carrier, a ship built for war with other entities of equal technological level, might use it's full arsenal.

(ooc: Not hunter killers Modded not changed)
*Plasma cannons start shooting from the terminator ships at the fighters*
Thank goodness for ship modifying

"Begin evasive protocols 548.. 893.. 548.. 290.. " The A.I droned out to the fighter squadrons, as they organized quickly, ducking and dodging these primitive ships. While they could not evade every shot, they were successful in reducing the damage dealt quite significantly, these combat maneuvers came to be over thousands of years of constant fighting.

While the fighters swarmed about, unloading barrages of Anti-Matter torpedoes and charges of super-heated plasma bolts, the Carrier assaulted the Terminator ships with Frequency scramblers, this would confuse them, while the Drone fighters constantly shifted frequencies to stay in contact with one another to decisively crush the large yet inferior threat.

[Germanic Templars]

Dear Aleki,

I have gone off the planet this time to search of any underground Ultor groups on Templar controlled planets as well as steal some of their technologies. I know the risks of leaving you alone are high, but this is a must, if we are to stop Ultor and secure the Templar Dream, then so be it. Until then, be ready for anything, and watch your back.

With love, Cornelius Thriller

P.S. Keep a close eye on that little shit Dabfia, the bastard is working for Ultor.

"What do you mean, how does he treat you?"

"Well, not the same, obviously," Naomi handed Aleki the note. "He seems to be rather fatherly towards you. He's such a quirky man, really. I like him." Naomi patted Aleki's arm. "I don't see any risks here, unless you drink too much or don't look before you enter a room. Always look first."


Swith watched Bran bond with Tesla. "Good kid," she said to herself. "He deserves a positive experience for a change." Telsa had lined up a spoon to run parallel to the counter tile. Unable to retrain herself, she leaned over and nudged it out of alignment.

"Well he acts fatherly towards me only because I am one of his kin, not only that I believe he does it because he never had a son, he did have a daughter, but that is a sad story."

[Giovenith]

Beelzebub was forcibly wiping the make-up off from Asmodeus's face with a wash cloth.

"I have told you time, and time again that I do not want you applying that face paint right before breakfast!" he lectured.

"MMMF!" mumbled Asmodeus.

"It's unsanitary, that's why," answered Beelzebub. "Do you know how much cosmetic dust falls into the average meal? You can put it back on after you're done eating."

When he was done, Asmodeus looked pitifully washed up. Without the carefully applied make-up, the lust demon looked much closer to his true physical age of fifteen human years, and the left over cosmetic smears made his scene look almost unnaturally pitiful.

Belphegor snickered. "You look like a raccoon!"

Asmodeus slapped him.

"OW!" Belphegor slapped back.

Beelzebub slapped them both. "EAT."

"Problems with the children, dear?" Swith said, having pulled herself away from the temptation of spoons.

"Why can't they all born as adults?" he grumbled.

"Nope!" she shook her head, white hair becoming messier than usual.

"Well ain't this all fine and dandy!" said Asmodeus

Belphegor rolled his eyes. "Kids..."

"Dude, you're not even much older."

"SO WHAT?!"

"Giov, I didn't mean that..." She said, face-palming.

Giovenith took her hand. "Come eat!"

[Monfrox]

"Giov, I didn't mean that..." She said, face-palming.

Giovenith took her hand. "Come eat!"

"I...uh....oewkay...." The girl said as Giov dragged her out in her pajamas. Up until now, she didn't realize that all her pajamas were, was a somewhat small t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

[Dabfia]

(ooc: Not hunter killers Modded not changed)
*Plasma cannons start shooting from the terminator ships at the fighters*
Thank goodness for ship modifying

"Begin evasive protocols 548.. 893.. 548.. 290.. " The A.I droned out to the fighter squadrons, as they organized quickly, ducking and dodging these primitive ships. While they could not evade every shot, they were successful in reducing the damage dealt quite significantly, these combat maneuvers came to be over thousands of years of constant fighting.

While the fighters swarmed about, unloading barrages of Anti-Matter torpedoes and charges of super-heated plasma bolts, the Carrier assaulted the Terminator ships with Frequency scramblers, this would confuse them, while the Drone fighters constantly shifted frequencies to stay in contact with one another to decisively crush the large yet inferior threat.

*Dab fires 115 shockwave at the swarm hoping to shut them down with the electric supershock*