The Family (IC)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The Khan family was feared and renowned, for good reason. Heading a powerful "business" empire, Krishna Khan had made a name for himself as one of the world's most powerful men. Of course, Khan had a soft side.

"If you don't get at least a 101 percent on the next exam, I'll put you into the pit with the dire wolves." he told one of his multitude of children as he stumbled downstairs for some goddamn tea. Even though he lived in South Africa, he still needed- and got- excellent tea. This was Africa, not some third world hellhole like Utah. He sat at the table, staring into his glass of tea. It was currently six AM, but he got up early so he could work. To be honest, he never really slept very much. It just wasn't needed.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked around his large and luxurious mansion which broke a few laws of reality and physics in it's construction. A kind man named A. Crowley had helped build this a few years back. It was great since it accommodated everyone quite well and saves the real life Krishna Khan the annoyance of trying to describe the place. But he stared at the dinner table's mahogany wood-
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"Mahogany." Some DBZ character muttered
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And waited for other members of his clan to get down here for the day.

[Olthar]

Alexis yawned and stretched out her body, still lying in bed. Looking over, she saw her mother lying next to her. She had spent the night in here after being woken up by a nightmare. Of course, the "nightmare" was just a lie, and Alexis bet her mother knew it. However, neither of them really cared. It was just an excuse to spend more time together in ways that a family probably shouldn't.

Scooting up closer to the older woman, Alexis cuddled up to her still sleeping mother and smiled. She lay there for some time, watching the woman sleep, before finally kissing her on the cheek.

"It's morning, Mommy," she said softly, "Time to get up."

[The Inritus Extraho]

The Khan family was feared and renowned, for good reason. Heading a powerful "business" empire, Krishna Khan had made a name for himself as one of the world's most powerful men. Of course, Khan had a soft side.

"If you don't get at least a 101 percent on the next exam, I'll put you into the pit with the dire wolves." he told one of his multitude of children as he stumbled downstairs for some goddamn tea. Even though he lived in South Africa, he still needed- and got- excellent tea. This was Africa, not some third world hellhole like Utah. He sat at the table, staring into his glass of tea. It was currently six AM, but he got up early so he could work. To be honest, he never really slept very much. It just wasn't needed.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked around his large and luxurious mansion which broke a few laws of reality and physics in it's construction. A kind man named A. Crowley had helped build this a few years back. It was great since it accommodated everyone quite well and saves the real life Krishna Khan the annoyance of trying to describe the place. But he stared at the dinner table's mahogany wood-
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"Mahogany." Some DBZ character muttered
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And waited for other members of his clan to get down here for the day.

John looked up from his computer's screen, the light of the screen throwing as backwash of white across his face as he looked up at Krishna as the man stumbled into the room. He blinked rapidly as he flipped the lights on, then back down at the thin black laptop in his lap. "How are you, uncle~?" he asked quietly. Despite the man actually being his cousin, he still called him 'uncle'. Respect for your elders and shit like that, right?

"Breakfast?" he asked, offering up a couple half-eaten pieces of toast. Probably from last night, guessing how dry it was, and the fact that John often spent his nights at the closest power outlet. Sometimes he even slept.

[Agritum]

The Khan family was feared and renowned, for good reason. Heading a powerful "business" empire, Krishna Khan had made a name for himself as one of the world's most powerful men. Of course, Khan had a soft side.

"If you don't get at least a 101 percent on the next exam, I'll put you into the pit with the dire wolves." he told one of his multitude of children as he stumbled downstairs for some goddamn tea. Even though he lived in South Africa, he still needed- and got- excellent tea. This was Africa, not some third world hellhole like Utah. He sat at the table, staring into his glass of tea. It was currently six AM, but he got up early so he could work. To be honest, he never really slept very much. It just wasn't needed.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked around his large and luxurious mansion which broke a few laws of reality and physics in it's construction. A kind man named A. Crowley had helped build this a few years back. It was great since it accommodated everyone quite well and saves the real life Krishna Khan the annoyance of trying to describe the place. But he stared at the dinner table's mahogany wood-
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"Mahogany." Some DBZ character muttered
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And waited for other members of his clan to get down here for the day.

John looked up from his computer's screen, the light of the screen throwing as backwash of white across his face as he looked up at Krishna as the man stumbled into the room. He blinked rapidly as he flipped the lights on, then back down at the thin black laptop in his lap. "How are you, uncle~?" he asked quietly. Despite the man actually being his cousin, he still called him 'uncle'. Respect for your elders and shit like that, right?

"Breakfast?" he asked, offering up a couple half-eaten pieces of toast. Probably from last night, guessing how dry it was, and the fact that John often spent his nights at the closest power outlet. Sometimes he even slept.

Anthony was on top of the fridge, standing. The fridge was fucking tall, as was the ceiling on top of him. He stared at John, his light blue pajamas gleaming in the morning light.
"I'll cook breakfast."

And then, he jumped, rolling on the ground to soften the hit and opening a cupboard in the process, grabbing a small blue box. Barilla pasta, the most important brand of pasta in Italy. He opened the box, tossing it in the air, while putting two pots on the cooker.
The pasta, which were macaroni, fell in a pot, while Anthony poured tomato sauce, minced garlic and some leaves of basil in it.

After he had cooked the two things, he distributed them in several plates which were on the table, before putting away his apron and smiling.
"I studied the secret arts of Noodlecraft and Saucery for years. They are surprisingly useful in cooking food, too."

[Erinkita]

The little girl Eris had been up for about an hour. She was a very light sleeper for her age, and Bigbear usually woke her to watch the sunrise. She enjoyed the dawn light creeping over the Cape Town skyline, washing the buildings in orange and gold. Bigbear took her out to the balcony and held her up for a better view, the orange light reflected in his black glass eyes. He seemed to enjoy the ritual too, or maybe he was just happy because Eris was happy.

After the sun fully emerged and Bigbear faded away, Eris amused herself with her matchbox cars while she waited for the rest of the family to stir. The house had hardwood floors and numerous long hallways, so it was a paradise for cars. She didn't leaven them lying around, though. She and New Daddy had reached an understanding about what happens to cars that get stepped on and hurt his feet. He had made her watch, too.

Eris was about to ramp one down the stairs when New Daddy came past. She quickly moved the cars out of his way.
"If you don't get at least 101% on the next exam, I'll put you in the pit with the dire wolves," he said to her by way of greeting. She smiled at him,gave his leg a brief hug, and nodded her acknowledgement. No problem there. She didn't understand percentages, but exams were easy in 2nd grade.
"101 percent is impossible," Pepper's Ghost said, materialising behind her with Flaming Katy and Spinning Jenny arriving a second later. "100 is the highest percent."
"Oh." Eris said, unperturbed. "That's okay. I like wolves. They're pretty."
No longer needed, the Big Sisters dissolved into air and Eris carefully put her cars away and went downstairs for breakfast.

[The Nuclear Fist]

There was one thing that must be understood. Uncle Vlad did not live with the rest of the Khan clan. Then again, his last name wasn't Khan, and he was also directly related to half a billion others across the planet. But only one of those things was directly relevant at that very moment. He also didn't have a key to the Khan chateau, instead preferring to live in an ominous, rundown estate several kilometres away. Not that was his only home, of course. He had residences on each of the seven continents, including a palace made of ice and penguin bones in Antarctica. It had been very difficult to get a permit to build a palace there from the local penguin government, but they seemed surprisingly willing after he killed and deboned all those penguins. Hell, it was rare for dear old Uncle Vlad to even be in South Africa with the rest of the clan, instead choosing to live in a castle he purchased somewhere in Romania.

What the hell am I doing, again? Thought Uncle Vlad, interrupting his abstract musings. Oh, right. He thought, smashing into dining room, tumbling inwards over broken glass. The cuts and scrapes and tears in his clothing healed instantly. Looking around to find several of the Khans already there, Vlad took his rightful seat at the table, kicking his feet up atop it. "Hello, everybody!" He said loudly, removing his pack of Constanta cigarettes from his pocket and lightning one up, enjoying the feeling of smoke filling his lungs. He breathed outwards for an oddly long time, and already the room began to smell like cigarettes. Vlad enjoyed that smell.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

It was not an usual thing for Gabriel Khan to wake up early, but as luck had it, this is just what happened. One of his dreams caused him to feel as if he was falling through the air. Then came an abrupt sensation of slamming into his bed. This caused Gabriel to hastily sit up and look around, trying to figure out what had just happened. It only took a few moments for him to understand that it was a dream, though, and as he looked out the window, it was obvious that morning had already come. As he thought about all of this, he yawned, remaining on his bed for several moments before turning to look at the clock. Seeing that it was about time for breakfast, he sat still on the bed for several more moments before getting out of his bed, getting his sandals and then walking out of his room.

When he was actually outside, he looked around and scratched his head. It took him a moment to remember where he had to go, so he headed towards the stairs, finding her youngest cousin there. Walking up to the little girl, he smiled, something not so usual. "Good morning Eris." He said as he lowered himself to hug his cousin. He then straightened up and patted her on the head, still smiling, before heading down the stairs and to the dinning room.

Once he arrived at the dinning room, Gabriel noticed that there were already a few people there. The first person he saw was his brother. Technically, John was his cousin-once-removed, or something like that, but he had once been his brother and to him he was still just that. So, he walked over to him. "Good morning, bro." He said to him before giving him a hug, and then sat down at the dinning table, greeting Uncle Krishna and Uncle Vlad as well. He didn't particularly like the smell of the cigarettes of Vlad, but he decided to stay silent about that. Instead, he eyed the maccaroni. It looked really good, but he wondered how well it tasted, so he tried some of it, and much to his surprise, it was really good as well. He would have to congratulate Anthony later, but for now he simply continued eating.

[Erinkita]

Eris giggled as her cousin hugged her. "Good morning, Gabriel," she said "Daddy said he'd let me visit the dire wolves."
She let him overtake her on the stairs, following him and Daddy. Halfway down, she heard a thunderous crash and rushed the rest of the way to see whatever interesting thing made that noise. (Eris took it as read that interesting and loud were synonymous). She got her first whiff of cigarette smoke the second before she rounded the corner and saw him sitting there, effortlessly casual with his feet on the table the broken window behind him.
"Uncle Vlad!" she cried, delighted. She loved her uncle. She loved everything about him, down to the smell of his cigarettes. It was an effection enhanced by how rarely she saw him. She climbed onto his lap, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his stubbly face. "Butterfly Baby knew you were coming," she said, turning her eyes to Anthony's macaroni "She told Daddy, and he told me. She didn't say why, though. Or how long you were staying."

[Agritum]

"Hi Gabe, hi Eris. Hi uncle Vlad" Anthony muttered, waving at his cousins and at his uncle, before resuming to devour his dish of macaroni. "Annette's still sleeping. How lazy. She's going to lose the macaroni I cooked just a few minutes ago." Anthony absentmindedly said, thinking of how his sister had an habit to wake up very, very late.

After finishing his plate with a nice glass of red wine (wine at breakfast is very healty), he stood up, taking his own plate and putting it in the sink. Other than being the chef of the house, he also did the washing up, in a very un-Italian manner.
"I hope you liked them, guys." He said, washing the plates.
"I tried to put the just quantities of garlic and basil, to avoid an overload of flavours. Anyways...how are your friends, Eris?" he asked, smiling at his cousin. He didn't refer to them as imaginary ones mostly because he didn't want to upset her, and also because he knew that her imaginary friends were actually real, and scary as hell.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Eris giggled as her cousin hugged her. "Good morning, Gabriel," she said "Daddy said he'd let me visit the dire wolves."
She let him overtake her on the stairs, following him and Daddy. Halfway down, she heard a thunderous crash and rushed the rest of the way to see whatever interesting thing made that noise. (Eris took it as read that interesting and loud were synonymous). She got her first whiff of cigarette smoke the second before she rounded the corner and saw him sitting there, effortlessly casual with his feet on the table the broken window behind him.
"Uncle Vlad!" she cried, delighted. She loved her uncle. She loved everything about him, down to the smell of his cigarettes. It was an effection enhanced by how rarely she saw him. She climbed onto his lap, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his stubbly face. "Butterfly Baby knew you were coming," she said, turning her eyes to Anthony's macaroni "She told Daddy, and he told me. She didn't say why, though. Or how long you were staying."

"Little Eris, you've gotten so big!" Uncle Vlad said, smiling and hugging his niece, Eris. Although technically, as she was Krishna's daughter and Krishna was his nephew, that would make her his great niece, but semantics were the game of someone who hadn't periodically watched the Mongols burn things down. But that was not a matter of the current situation. He loved little Eris, viewing her as that special little girl he wished he could have had. Putting his hands under her armpits and lifting her into the air, Vlad stood up and spun around, swinging her to and fro as he so often did when he dropped by. Setting the girl down, he got on one knee and looked her in the eyes, his own golden eyes twinkling like chips of gold.

"I brought you a present from my travels," Vlad began, reaching into his pocket and removing a small, velvet box. The Uncle opened it, revealing a twirling ballerina and a lighthearted, mechanical tune. It was a musical box, and from the style and appearance, a very old one. Whenever Vlad reappeared from his time spent traveling the globe, he always liked to give the little girl a present. After all, she was the best niece out of the lot, not that he would mention that to the rest of them.

[Nude East Ireland]

Alexis yawned and stretched out her body, still lying in bed. Looking over, she saw her mother lying next to her. She had spent the night in here after being woken up by a nightmare. Of course, the "nightmare" was just a lie, and Alexis bet her mother knew it. However, neither of them really cared. It was just an excuse to spend more time together in ways that a family probably shouldn't.

Scooting up closer to the older woman, Alexis cuddled up to her still sleeping mother and smiled. She lay there for some time, watching the woman sleep, before finally kissing her on the cheek.

"It's morning, Mommy," she said softly, "Time to get up."

Gary Coleman Kahn, also called Jackie, and sometimes called Damien Seward, awakened, and she looked at her daughter. "Sweetie, mommy is very tired," she said. She got up, moving the covers away and revealing her thin nightgown. She sighed, and stripped off the nightgown, going to her dresser for more clothes to cover her now-naked body. As she searched, she looked back at her daughter and smiled. "Do you feel better?" she asked, winking at her daughter.

She pulled a golden crown and put it on her head. She also pulled on pants that reached her stomach and thick suspenders that covered her breasts. Finally she stepped into some polished black boots that could probably be used by Nazis. Then she paused. "Nevermind," she said, before her daughter could speak. "We need breakfast before someone else eats it."

[Rupudska]

Annette was a slow waker. She was a slow, slow, slow, lethargic, snaillike waker. She was an unfast waker. It took her an hour to be wake enough to pay real attention to much of anything. How she got decent grades in her first period class was but one of the Mysteries of the Khan clan. She shuffled down the stairs, holding a now half-empty jar of peanut butter in her hand. "G'morning everyone..." She did, however, perk up at the smell of macaroni. "Oh, excellent, Anthony made breakfast today!" She went from a regular morning zombie shuffle to a fast zombie shuffle towards the source of food. She promptly sat down next to Anthony and proceeded to devour her macaroni. Food was one of the few things that could accelerate her waking process. She blamed her hyperactive metabolism.

[Agritum]

Annette was a slow waker. She was a slow, slow, slow, lethargic, snaillike waker. She was an unfast waker. It took her an hour to be wake enough to pay real attention to much of anything. How she got decent grades in her first period class was but one of the Mysteries of the Khan clan. She shuffled down the stairs, holding a now half-empty jar of peanut butter in her hand. "G'morning everyone..." She did, however, perk up at the smell of macaroni. "Oh, excellent, Anthony made breakfast today!" She went from a regular morning zombie shuffle to a fast zombie shuffle towards the source of food. She promptly sat down next to Anthony and proceeded to devour her macaroni. Food was one of the few things that could accelerate her waking process. She blamed her hyperactive metabolism.

Anthony glanced at Annette, stiffling a laugh as she hungrily ate her portion of Macaroni. He knew that Annette had a very short temper, but the temptation of taunting her was too much.
"Whoa, sis, you actually shuffled in a more slow way, this time. Should I have put the peanut butter on your portion, Miss Sleepy?" he said with a chuckle, patting her on the shoulder.
"Really, you put that butter on everything remotely edible."

[Erinkita]

Eris savoured her moment of spinning through the air, her mouthful of little baby teeth grinning so wide the top of her head might fall off. She brushed her silky black hair out of her eyes when her uncle set her down. He was right, she had gotten bigger. It had been almost three years since Krishna had adopted her, and the hale and healthy girl she was now was a world away from the tiny malnourished toddler that had first entered the Khan manor.

The little girl stared, entranced, at the spinning miniature Uncle Vlad put in front of her. She was about three inches high and exquisitely detailed. She wore a white tutu, gone cream with age, and her hair was black like Eris's, although it was short and curly where hers was long as straight. Her upper body bent lazily backwards as if she was about to let herself fall, her arms outstretched above her head, and her face held and expression of the deepest serenity. Her tiny eyes were closed, her long eyelashes shown as thin black lines of her cheeks, and her plump red lips curled slightly upward in a half smile. She was at peace. The soft mechanical lullaby kept her frozen in this moment of sublime tranquillity just before she let herself fall. Eris had never seen anything so beautiful.
"Thank you, Uncle Vlad," she said, aware of how inadequate those words sounded.

She realised that she had been staring at it for several minutes while the macaroni in front of her grew cold, so she carefully shut the box and got stuck into breakfast.
"Good," she answered her cousin Anthony "Bigbear took me to watch the sunrise. And the Big Sisters told me that 101 percent isn't real. And..." she trailed off. As always, she couldn't bring herself to talk about New Old Daddy. Anthony didn't know about him anyway. She wondered if anyone else had heard him last night. The banging from inside her closet had woken her up. He'd never done that before. She hadn't gotten out of bed, not in the dark, not for him. She had pulled the covers of her head and did her best to wish him away, and eventually the banging stopped. "Butterfly Baby told Daddy Uncle Vlad was coming," she said. She was happy to talk about Butterfly Baby, her pale twin that other people saw far more often than she did. "She's here more than she used to be. Did she say anything to you?"

[Agritum]

Eris savoured her moment of spinnig through the air, her mouthful of baby teeth grinning so wide the top of her head might fall off. She brushed her silky black hair out of her eyes when her uncle set her down. He was right, she had gotten bigger. It had been almost three years since New Daddy had adopted her, and the hale and healthy girl she was now was a world away from the tiny malnourished toddler that had first entered the Khan manor.

The little girl stared, entranced, at the spinning miniature Uncle Vlad put in front of her. She was about three inches high and exquisitely detailed. She wore a white tutu, gone cream with age, and her hair was black like Eris's, although it was short and curly where hers was long as straight. Her upper body bent lazily backwards as if she was about to let herself fall, her arms outstretched above her head, and her face held and expression of the deepest serenity. Her tiny eyes were closed, her long eyelashes shown as thin black lines of her cheeks, and her plump red lips curled slightly upward in a half smile. She was at peace. The soft mechanical lullaby kept her frozen in this moment of sublime tranquility just before she let herself fall. Eris had never seen anything so beautiful.
"Thank you, Uncle Vlad," she said, aware of how inadequate those words sounded.

She realised that she had been staring at it for several minutes while the macaroni in front of her grew cold, so she carefully shut the box and got stuck into breakfast.
"Good," she answered her cousin Anthony "Bigbear's took her to watch the sunrise. And the Big Sisters told me that 101 percent isn't real. And..." she trailed off. As always, she couldn't bring herself to talk about New Old Daddy. Anthony didn't know about him anyway. She wondered if anyone else had heard him last night. The banging from inside hercloset had woken her up. He'd never done that before. She hadn't gotten out of bed, not in the dark, not for him. She had pulled the covers of her head and did her best to wish him away, and eventually the banging stopped. "Butterfly Baby told Daddy Uncle Vlad was coming," she said. She was happy to talk about Butterfly Baby, her pale twin that other people saw far more often than she did. "She's here more than she used to be. Did she say anything to you?"

"No, Eris. She didn't say anything to me." Anthony replied. Actually, even if she would have speaked, Anthony would have still ran away from her. Needless to say, all of Eris' friends creeped him out, and he preferred to not pass much time in their company.
"Anyways, do you like the macaroni? I cooked them. " he said with a smile. He hadn't put garlic in Eris' portion, afraid that the little girl wouldn't have liked its particular odor. Hopefully the leaves of basil would have been enough.

[Mesoland]

Rajesh was the next to rouse from his slumber, and he tottered downstairs to greet his various family members who were, predictably, already sat down for breakfast. He mumbled a few words to his brethren and started towards the fridge, the door of which he wrenched open in search of milk. All Rajesh ever had for breakfast was cereal; plain bran cereal and skimmed milk. But today there was no milk. The fridge was enormous, and the milk often ended up concealed from view on the top shelf. Not today.

"We're out of fucking milk."

[Olthar]

Alexis watched her mother with interest as she removed her nightgown and started getting dressed. After a few moments, the girl shook her head and realized that she should put something on, too. She didn't own any sort of nightgown, so she had just been sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Getting off, she walked over to the other side of the room where a small, second dresser had been moved into the room, evidence for how often she slept in her mother's room. After putting on a bra and a new pair of panties, she dressed herself in a short, floral-print summer dress and a pair of flip-flops.

After they both had dressed, Alexis ran over to her mother, at least as well as possible with flip-flops, and hugged her. Giving a quick kiss on the lips, she broke away and looked her mother deep in the eyes.

"Last night was great. I feel much better now," she said, suppressing a giggle, "Anyways, I bet Anthony cooked us pasta for breakfast again."

Smiling, she walked to the door to the room and turned around, waiting for her mother to follow.

[Nude East Ireland]

Opening the closet, Gary Coleman Kahn pulled out her moped, and got on it. The moped was a Honda PA50, like the kind in Europe. Using her boots, she lifted the breaks, or whatever, and started the engine. "I'll be right down," she yelled over the motor. She turned the wheels, and began Tokyo drifting across the bedroom, bouncing off of the walls, running over some pairs of shoes, and jumping the bed before actually making it out of the doorway. She turned the moped and drove carefully towards the stairs, and it began bouncing up and down for every step it hit.

Finally she reached the bottom, which took only a few seconds, and she slowly drove it into the kitchen. Fuck logic.

[Olthar]

Alexis burst out laughing as her mother began driving around on a moped. This wasn't a unique occurrence, but she still found it funny each time. After her mother drove out of the room, Alexis began walking after, keeping up with the slow-moving vehicle. Arriving in the kitchen right behind the moped, Alexis waved at her family members.

"Good morning everyone!" she said lyrically.

Seeing a plate of macaroni on the table, Alexis quickly moved forward and sat down. Taking a bite, she smiled in delight and turned to Anthony.

"Wow, this is great. Thanks!"

Happily, she continued eating.

[Mavorpen]

"Sorry sir, no luck. The American Congress refuses to consider our proposal." Glenn yawned and a bird barely missed his face. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, and now he was beginning to regret it. He looked down at the city bustling with activity. Drivers were angrily honking their horns at drivers who had the coordination and reflexes of a toaster. And yes, cars actually exist in Africa. Finally, Glenn responded.

"Alright, Karen. Make sure you emphasize how idiotic they are being. Starting up the Desertron project again would put them back on the map when it comes to scientific innovation." Karen made a noticeably annoyed sound, and Glenn cleared his throat. "Is there something you want to say?" The question was more hypothetical, since he knew the reason behind her discourse.

She didn't hesitate at all. "Why must you call it the 'Desertron Project?' You should call it by its actual name. You're a profession for God's sake." Glenn shrugged, even though he knew she couldn't see him.

"It sounds like a Transformer, therefore making it sound much cooler." He had a feeling she was rolling her eyes at the comment. "But anyway, I'm almost at Krishna's place. You can go on back ho- Wait. What was Congress' reason for rejecting our proposal?"

Karen sighed. "Well, at first they though the idea sounded cool when I emphasized how great America would be. The Tea Party loved that. Then something horrible happened... The President supported it." Glenn almost fell off of his glider, which would have caused him to plummet to his doom. In retrospect it probably wasn't a smart idea to stand on his glider in the first place. "My God..." was the only response he could muster.

Karen continued. "Indeed. Immediately the Republican presidential nominee attacked the President, calling him 'anti-American' or something, for wanting to spend more money, thus running up the debt, and allowing Russia to take over the world."

Glenn was speechless. "Uh. Why Russia?" What possible importance could they have? Shouldn't they be worrying about quickly developing countries like China?"

Karen laughed. "You'd think that, wouldn't you, sir? Well, in the end they simply rejected it because, and I quote, 'It costs money, which expands government, which is Communist, which is the ideology of the Devil.' I really wish I were joking..."

Glenn facepalmed. Americans... Krishna's mansion came into view, and Glenn decided to let the matter go. "I'll talk yo you later, I'm here." He hung up the phone and descended down towards the front of the mansion. He dropped down from his glider, a few feet from the ground. He retracted it and put it into his sleeve. The door opened as he approached it. It was a really great idea to install that self-opening door. Of course, it only did so for members of the Krishna Clan. That would be incredibly stupid if it opened for everyone. He approached the main stairs, a colossal monstrosity of a flight of stairs that very much resembled the stairs from the very first Mad Mod episode of Teen Titans.

Before Glenn took a step on the stairs, his stomach growled. As tired as he was, and how much he wanted sleep, he decided it was best he get some breakfast. He went to the kitchen, and the aroma of macaroni filled the air as he entered. "Hey, everyone." He took a plate of macaroni and noticed that there was a lack of seats. He formed a chair-sized air scooter (if you don't know what that is, too bad) and sat down at the table, eating his macaroni in silence.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Gabriel waved back at Anthony as the latter greeted him, Eris and Uncle Vlad, before resuming eating his breakfast. Those macaroni were really good. Not the best Anthony had cooked, but still pretty good, and that was enough for him. He then simply watched as Eris and Uncle Vlad talked to each other, the latter giving a gift to the former. Those two were really adorable sometimes, though Gabriel thought all of this with a serious expression on his face as he continued eating. As stated before he didn't genuinely smile very often, not counting the moments when he laughed, which were somewhat more numerous.

And in fact he almost had one of those as he watched Annette shuffle into the dinning room like a zombie. He opted for not saying anything about it, though, and simply waved at her as she made her way to the dinning table, doubting that she would notice but doing it anyway, mostly out of habit.

When Rajesh, his father, walked down the stairs and greeted the rest of his family, Gabriel was finishing the last of his pasta, so he didn't speak. By the time he was done, his father had already made it clear that this was one of those mornings where Gabriel would rather avoid him than deal with him.

"Good morning, father." He said to him, pronouncing the first word with sarcasm and the last with annoyance as he walked over to the sink, depositing his plate on it. He then held back a chuckle as he watched aunt Jackie enter the dinning room like she did, and greeted her, Alexis, and Glenn before heading out of the dinning room. However, once he stepped outside, he stopped, and scratched his head, wondering what to do now.

[Hetland 2]

Alex looked up from typing his post as Heltand 3 on a certain nation-based nation simulator. It was getting louder. "Tch." He clicked his tongue in annoyance and put in his headphones, playing the full version of "Climax Jump" from Kamen Rider Den-O, before his stomach growled at him. He responded by clicking his tongue again in annoyance and rummaged in his closet for something to eat. Luckily he had stored a bucket full of cookies. And luckily again they weren't completely stale, so he happily began munching on them after putting the bucket back in its hiding spot lest his sisters find out. He'd be able to avoid saying hello for a little while longer.

[Agritum]

Anthony waved at Glenn, finishing to wash the plates and moving towards the door to the outside of the mansion.
"Hi, Dad. I hope you will like the macaroni." he quickly said, moving out and sighing. As much as he respected him and called him 'father', Anthony felt that he really wasn't related to that man in any manner. He himself suspected that both himself and Annette had been adopted by Glenn, possibly due to sterility or other problems. Anthony himself didn't have black or mulatto features, and totally didn't resemble Glenn.

While still pondering about this, he bumped into Gabriel, which was enjoying a break, too.
"Hey Gabe, you're as bored as me? I understand you, man." he said to his cousing, stepping next to him and taking a breath of fresh hair.
"Maybe we can ask my father or Uncle Krishna to give us their cars for a joy ride....nope, they won't never do it. And even if they did, I doubt that they would be ok with me actually respecting the speed limits unlike Uncle Krishna does..."

He sighed again, before continuing to talk.
"We can always go to the gym here in the mansion, activate those Fight-Bots uncle Krishna bought last Christmas and fight them."

[The Nuclear Fist]

"Presents, everyone! I have brought presents for everyone!" Vlad said unnecessarily loudly, jumping up atop the table and kicking over some plates and assorted cutlery. Vlad grabbed the large, burlap sack he had been keeping under the table and tossed it on top of the table, opening it. Looking to see who all was in the dining room, Vlad pictured them in their underwear. He wasn't sure why he was doing that, since he wasn't nervous nor was it called for, but he found it particularly funny. Besides, it wasn't like he hadn't all seen them in worse states. He had seen all of these boys and girls, save Eris (who was adopted well after being that time of age) as newborns in diapers. Even Krishna. Although considering how old he was, Vlad had seen most human beings in diapers.

What was he thinking about, again?

Oh yeah, presents. He thought. "Everyone, shut your stupid holes and get over here, Uncle Vlad brought things for you." He barked, voice stern and authoritative.

[Agritum]

"Presents, everyone! I have brought presents for everyone!" Vlad said unnecessarily loudly, jumping up atop the table and kicking over some plates and assorted cutlery. Vlad grabbed the large, burlap sack he had been keeping under the table and tossed it on top of the table, opening it. Looking to see who all was in the dining room, Vlad pictured them in their underwear. He wasn't sure why he was doing that, since he wasn't nervous nor was it called for, but he found it particularly funny. Besides, it wasn't like he hadn't all seen them in worse states. He had seen all of these boys and girls, save Eris (who was adopted well after being that time of age) as newborns in diapers. Even Krishna. Although considering how old he was, Vlad had seen most human beings in diapers.

What was he thinking about, again?

Oh yeah, presents. He thought. "Everyone, shut your stupid holes and get over here, Uncle Vlad brought things for you." He barked, voice stern and authoritative.

Hearing Uncle Vlad's booming voice, Anthony couldn't do nothing but rush in again, heading in the kitchen. "Really, thanks very much, uncle! What did I get?" he asked in a thrilled manner, looking at the man.
Uncle Vlad was quite an...eccentric individual. Still, Tony liked him and even found him funny, sometimes. Of course, he wouldn't have never told that to him, to avoid repercussions.