Personification Life - Part Deux

[Papal Inquisition]

"Some of it, yes. Other parts, especially when on the losing side, is best forgotten. I could tell ya some of my stories, if you are interested."

"I'll bet there's some good ones . . . Sure, let's hear em'"

Natiya took a few sips from the bottle as she propped her hand on her chin

"Well, okay... Let me think... Here's one, June 15th, 1099 A.D. After several days of failed waves of assaults, our siege towers reached the walls, I was with Raymond of Aguilers, leading a morning, and final assault against the walls of Jerusalem, however our siege tower got stopped by a ditch. And we, meaning me and a few others, had to get it free. However, by the time our tower reached the walls, the other crusaders were inside with the enemy surrounded. Of course after that victory came a nasty massacre of people alike in the city of Jerusalem. Jews, Eastern Christians, Muslims, if they weren't our religion, they were slaughtered. And as sad as it was, I participated in the killing."

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

I was gonna throw this snowbll at them."forming other snowball"

"Why?" Vaid said while melting the snowballs with a fireball.
Meanwhile in the lobby.
Dmitri takes the mutant arm off of him and throws it on the floor.
"Damn mutants" He said.

Cause it will be fun!"throws a snowball at vaid"
AHAHAHA!"runs"

[Tiltjuice]

In the now, there was cheese. So much of it, in fact, that MB and Cuisine - well, all right, mainly MB - had come up with various ideas, most of them not something usually developed by anyone not under the joint influence of Captain Morgan and Pixy Stix. And so, they slaved, for long hours. Thanks to the very same alcohol, Cuisine had conveniently forgotten about the time with the salamander, the mousetrap, a box of bottle corks, and three CDs, and had given MB a blowtorch. Never give MB a blowtorch, unless insurance fraud is your game. Or arson. That pyro. He only claims it's so he can wear ridiculously expensive sports sunglasses at night. Anyway, back to the story.

At the same time, Cuisine had taken up the saw. And the scalpel. And the hammer and chisel, and various other items of crafting. Various matching hammering, slicing, and tinny noises resounded from his corner of the apartment, punctuated by the occasional 'Hmm...' or rustle of paper as he consulted schematics. It was very relaxing, this process of crafting something new. Less fluid and flexible than working with food, but still, very similar. Blowing off the dust from the stone he was working on, he looked up and checked MB's doings with the cheese. The first mozzarella stick had lengthened, then blackened nicely under concentrated blowtorchage, and MB was taking a break to eat sushi.

"Metro pyro."

Disdainful ear jab.

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't forget there's eleven more to go."

Nose twitch, followed by tip of the right ear bending forward.

The two got back to work...

(Warblewarblewarblefastforward)

Cuisine stood up, much later, and stretched, cracking several joints and the ceiling stucco. He looked up, grimaced, and then patted the now-bronzed chef's hat affectionately. Picking up his finished work, he began setting the blackened mozzarella strings in their rightful places, wondering what MB was going to dig up for them.

When MB came back, he got his answer.

"HA! That's PERFECT!" he roared, laughing heartily. More bits of stucco came down.

[Dabfia]

"Why?" Vaid said while melting the snowballs with a fireball.
Meanwhile in the lobby.
Dmitri takes the mutant arm off of him and throws it on the floor.
"Damn mutants" He said.

Cause it will be fun!"throws a snowball at vaid"
AHAHAHA!"runs"

"Childish!" Vaid yelled at Tsu
Meanwhile in the hallway.
Dmitri is still on fire and his jacket is about to burn off when he see's Tsu.
"Oh look a little girl. Wait. Have i seen you somewhere before?"

[The BranRiech]

"Well, okay... Let me think... Here's one, June 15th, 1099 A.D. After several days of failed waves of assaults, our siege towers reached the walls, I was with Raymond of Aguilers, leading a morning, and final assault against the walls of Jerusalem, however our siege tower got stopped by a ditch. And we, meaning me and a few others, had to get it free. However, by the time our tower reached the walls, the other crusaders were inside with the enemy surrounded. Of course after that victory came a nasty massacre of people alike in the city of Jerusalem. Jews, Eastern Christians, Muslims, if they weren't our religion, they were slaughtered. And as sad as it was, I participated in the killing."

Natiya looked unphased as if she's had experience with massacres.

"I remember Bran telling me how he was ordered to kill civilians . . . There was a protest outside of his base and the commander ordered him to shoot them all. You must have felt horrible no?"

She took a few more sips and asked for another round of stories.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Cause it will be fun!"throws a snowball at vaid"
AHAHAHA!"runs"

"Childish!" Vaid yelled at Tsu
Meanwhile in the hallway.
Dmitri is still on fire and his jacket is about to burn off when he see's Tsu.
"Oh look a little girl. Wait. Have i seen you somewhere before?"

SEE YA LATER NOOB! AHAHAHA!

[Papal Inquisition]

"Well, okay... Let me think... Here's one, June 15th, 1099 A.D. After several days of failed waves of assaults, our siege towers reached the walls, I was with Raymond of Aguilers, leading a morning, and final assault against the walls of Jerusalem, however our siege tower got stopped by a ditch. And we, meaning me and a few others, had to get it free. However, by the time our tower reached the walls, the other crusaders were inside with the enemy surrounded. Of course after that victory came a nasty massacre of people alike in the city of Jerusalem. Jews, Eastern Christians, Muslims, if they weren't our religion, they were slaughtered. And as sad as it was, I participated in the killing."

Natiya looked unphased as if she's had experience with massacres.

"I remember Bran telling me how he was ordered to kill civilians . . . There was a protest outside of his base and the commander ordered him to shoot them all. You must have felt horrible no?"

She took a few more sips and asked for another round of stories.

"A little." *Finishes off a bottle of whiskey*

"But onto another story. Now World War 2. I remember when Hitler invaded Poland, I know because I was defending it, however I then turned sides and joined the Nazis. And when the war in Russia started, I helped spearhead the assault onto Moscow, taking it. However I was taken prisoner and in exchange for life I told them multiple weak points in the Nazi defenses and even asked to join them. After that I helped the allies win the war in Europe. Of course I then decided to take a trip to Japan thinking the war is over. I decided to stay in a nice hotel in Edo.. I mean Tokyo, and went for a little trip up to mount Fuji when I got back a few days later, I got news that the war was over. And in the end, I got tired of the world so i resided in the rolling hills of Ireland."

[Swith Witherward]

"Oh, hello Most High. Thank you, and yes I have. It was nice to sleep with both eyes closed for once in a while."

"You're welcome. Please, call me Swith. Most of the people here don't really grasp what I am, and I'm happy to keep it that way."

Swith sat down and stirred sugar into her own cup of tea. "You mentioned the gods war. As of yet, my pantheon is unaware and thus uninvolved. This prospect of new, less-knowledgeable gods troubles me. What can you tell me about it?"

[The BranRiech]

"A little." *Finishes off a bottle of whiskey*

"But onto another story. Now World War 2. I remember when Hitler invaded Poland, I know because I was defending it, however I then turned sides and joined the Nazis. And when the war in Russia started, I helped spearhead the assault onto Moscow, taking it. However I was taken prisoner and in exchange for life I told them multiple weak points in the Nazi defenses and even asked to join them. After that I helped the allies win the war in Europe. Of course I then decided to take a trip to Japan thinking the war is over. I decided to stay in a nice hotel in Edo.. I mean Tokyo, and went for a little trip up to mount Fuji when I got back a few days later, I got news that the war was over. And in the end, I got tired of the world so i resided in the rolling hills of Ireland."

Natiya sat up at the mention of "Captured" and "Exposed weak points". She pondered for a quick second before speaking.

"My grandfather told me a story about capturing someone like that . . . I doubt it was you though, out of millions of Soviet soldiers who could have captured you . . ."

[Papal Inquisition]

"A little." *Finishes off a bottle of whiskey*

"But onto another story. Now World War 2. I remember when Hitler invaded Poland, I know because I was defending it, however I then turned sides and joined the Nazis. And when the war in Russia started, I helped spearhead the assault onto Moscow, taking it. However I was taken prisoner and in exchange for life I told them multiple weak points in the Nazi defenses and even asked to join them. After that I helped the allies win the war in Europe. Of course I then decided to take a trip to Japan thinking the war is over. I decided to stay in a nice hotel in Edo.. I mean Tokyo, and went for a little trip up to mount Fuji when I got back a few days later, I got news that the war was over. And in the end, I got tired of the world so i resided in the rolling hills of Ireland."

Natiya sat up at the mention of "Captured" and "Exposed weak points". She pondered for a quick second before speaking.

"My grandfather told me a story about capturing someone like that . . . I doubt it was you though, out of millions of Soviet soldiers who could have captured you . . ."

"Depends where was he? If it was Stalingrad, then yes, I was there."

[The BranRiech]

"Depends where was he? If it was Stalingrad, then yes, I was there."

"He took part in the pincer move that surrounded the 6th. I don't know what he did exactly though."

[Giovenith]

"Oh, hello Most High. Thank you, and yes I have. It was nice to sleep with both eyes closed for once in a while."

"You're welcome. Please, call me Swith. Most of the people here don't really grasp what I am, and I'm happy to keep it that way."

Swith sat down and stirred sugar into her own cup of tea. "You mentioned the gods war. As of yet, my pantheon is unaware and thus uninvolved. This prospect of new, less-knowledgeable gods troubles me. What can you tell me about it?"

"Well," Aeritha thought for a while. "I'm sure you can already tell that we've classified these new gods to be quite, shall we say, childish. They do not seem to be descended from any previously existing pantheons, nor do they seem to have any Influence or worshipers as of yet. We believe that they believe that they have far more power than that which they actually do, as "undoing the universe"... well, it's quite like a ten year old saying that he'll rule his neighborhood or something along the lines."

She quickly stopped for a moment to glance at her sister, who was busy distracting herself by watching a fly repeatedly smack itself into a lightbulb. Satisfied that she was in no need of extra supervision, the elder sister continued. "But none the less, Gods are big, they can be extremely dangerous. And these New Gods are pulling every childish tactic in the book to absorb more power, which can be very, very dangerous... remember that ten year old? Well now the ten year old is having a lot of success getting access to things like guns, rocket launchers, gasoline, the works, with absolutely no authority figure presiding over him. So, thus, that ten year old's sane neighbors and peers now have to try and gang up on him and pull these dangerous weapons from his grubby little hands. At first a few try to convince him nicely, then try to take them away, struggle, attracting others to help, and so goes the cycle... does that make sense?"

[Papal Inquisition]

"Depends where was he? If it was Stalingrad, then yes, I was there."

"He took part in the pincer move that surrounded the 6th. I don't know what he did exactly though."

"Might have been conscription, during that time, Russia was desperate But yea i was part of the 6th, though I was also trying to mobilize the the 4th panzer division. Though they were a bit too stubborn to listen. By the way, i was an officer."

[Purgatoria]

Answering the door, New Queensland looked at the two. She knew English, but preferred to speak Prussian (New Queenslandic German). "Haddo." she said. Her accent sounded a bit German, but more of a calmer voice.

[The BranRiech]

"Might have been conscription, during that time, Russia was desperate But yea i was part of the 6th, though I was also trying to mobilize the the 4th panzer division. Though they were a bit too stubborn to listen. By the way, i was an officer."

Natiya yawned before responding. "Rank?"

Meanwhile:

The bottle was almost empty as Natiya slumped over on the table. ". . . tired . . ." And with that, the girl was fast asleep.

[Dabfia]

Answering the door, New Queensland looked at the two. She knew English, but preferred to speak Prussian (New Queenslandic German). "Haddo." she said. Her accent sounded a bit German, but more of a calmer voice.

"Hello, Can you tell me why there is so much yelling coming from your apartment?" Vaid asked.

[Papal Inquisition]

"Might have been conscription, during that time, Russia was desperate But yea i was part of the 6th, though I was also trying to mobilize the the 4th panzer division. Though they were a bit too stubborn to listen. By the way, i was an officer."

Natiya yawned before responding. "Rank?"

Meanwhile:

The bottle was almost empty as Natiya slumped over on the table. ". . . tired . . ." And with that, the girl was fast asleep.

"I was...an....."*chuckles* "I guess she couldn't handle the whiskey." *With that, Superbia finishes off the second bottle of whiskey and falls to the floor again.*

[Swith Witherward]

"Well," Aeritha thought for a while.

"I'm sure you can already tell that we've classified these new gods to be quite, shall we say, childish. They do not seem to be descended from any previously existing pantheons, nor do they seem to have any Influence or worshipers as of yet. We believe that they believe that they have far more power than that which they actually do, as "undoing the universe"... well, it's quite like a ten year old saying that he'll rule his neighborhood or something along the lines."

She quickly stopped for a moment to glance at her sister, who was busy distracting herself by watching a fly repeatedly smack itself into a lightbulb. Satisfied that she was in no need of extra supervision, the elder sister continued. "But none the less, Gods are big, they can be extremely dangerous. And these New Gods are pulling every childish tactic in the book to absorb more power, which can be very, very dangerous... remember that ten year old? Well now the ten year old is having a lot of success getting access to things like guns, rocket launchers, gasoline, the works, with absolutely no authority figure presiding over him. So, thus, that ten year old's sane neighbors and peers now have to try and gang up on him and pull these dangerous weapons from his grubby little hands. At first a few try to convince him nicely, then try to take them away, struggle, attracting others to help, and so goes the cycle...

...does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense," Swith nodded. She leaned back in her chair and stretched before folding her hands and resting them on her stomach.

"My concern isn't so much the sane neighbors trying to gang up on the child. Rather, it's the child's bid for followers. Followers make or break a god... zealots motivate the cause. In some cases, the souls feed the power of the god and give him additional strength. You say they haven't any followers but look at humanity. There are many out there who would be on board with their twisted agenda. Humans are easy to sway, easy to corrupt and easy to replace when they've served their purpose."

Swith shook her head. "I digress. If Pearlelei needs assistance, I offer it. I've had several unique appointments this week, all of them with my brothers. I'm in no place to speak for the gods in my pantheon - and wouldn't dare to - but at least one aspect of it would support you."

[The BranRiech]

Natiya slid off of the table and fell on the floor with a thud, effectively waking her up.

"Whaa -Thud- Damn . . . Still too tired."

She looked around and collapsed a few yards away from Superbia.


OOC: gotta go, bed and all of that stuff.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Answering the door, New Queensland looked at the two. She knew English, but preferred to speak Prussian (New Queenslandic German). "Haddo." she said. Her accent sounded a bit German, but more of a calmer voice.

"comes back"
Hello their.........Also this is my snowball"throws a snowball in all of the girls faces"
AHAHA!

[Purgatoria]

Answering the door, New Queensland looked at the two. She knew English, but preferred to speak Prussian (New Queenslandic German). "Haddo." she said. Her accent sounded a bit German, but more of a calmer voice.

"Hello, Can you tell me why there is so much yelling coming from your apartment?" Vaid asked.

New Queensland then pointed behind her, Makerine and Enden. "They're playing Call of Duty, and Sathiana really loves yelling alot...-"

A sudden voice was heard from the headset. "OH MY GOSH YOU FUCKING SATANIST!!!" the voice said. Enden violently then grabbed the controller. "WELL FUCK YOU TOO!!!!! I AM PROUD TO BE ONE!!!"

New Queensland then turned back and nodded. "Once you live here long enough, you'll get used to it."

[Purgatoria]

Answering the door, New Queensland looked at the two. She knew English, but preferred to speak Prussian (New Queenslandic German). "Haddo." she said. Her accent sounded a bit German, but more of a calmer voice.

"comes back"
Hello their.........Also this is my snowball"throws a snowball in all of the girls faces"
AHAHA!

((Umm, that's kinda godmodding... >|))

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

"comes back"
Hello their.........Also this is my snowball"throws a snowball at one of them"AHAHA!

((Umm, that's kinda godmodding... >|))

(sorry about that,ill fix it)

[Dabfia]

"Hello, Can you tell me why there is so much yelling coming from your apartment?" Vaid asked.

New Queensland then pointed behind her, Makerine and Enden. "They're playing Call of Duty, and Sathiana really loves yelling alot...-"

A sudden voice was heard from the headset. "OH MY GOSH YOU FUCKING SATANIST!!!" the voice said. Enden violently then grabbed the controller. "WELL FUCK YOU TOO!!!!! I AM PROUD TO BE ONE!!!"

New Queensland then turned back and nodded. "Once you live here long enough, you'll get used to it."

".........I would have gone insane before getting used to that." Vaid said.

[Giovenith]

"Well," Aeritha thought for a while.

"I'm sure you can already tell that we've classified these new gods to be quite, shall we say, childish. They do not seem to be descended from any previously existing pantheons, nor do they seem to have any Influence or worshipers as of yet. We believe that they believe that they have far more power than that which they actually do, as "undoing the universe"... well, it's quite like a ten year old saying that he'll rule his neighborhood or something along the lines."

She quickly stopped for a moment to glance at her sister, who was busy distracting herself by watching a fly repeatedly smack itself into a lightbulb. Satisfied that she was in no need of extra supervision, the elder sister continued. "But none the less, Gods are big, they can be extremely dangerous. And these New Gods are pulling every childish tactic in the book to absorb more power, which can be very, very dangerous... remember that ten year old? Well now the ten year old is having a lot of success getting access to things like guns, rocket launchers, gasoline, the works, with absolutely no authority figure presiding over him. So, thus, that ten year old's sane neighbors and peers now have to try and gang up on him and pull these dangerous weapons from his grubby little hands. At first a few try to convince him nicely, then try to take them away, struggle, attracting others to help, and so goes the cycle...

...does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense," Swith nodded. She leaned back in her chair and stretched before folding her hands and resting them on her stomach.

"My concern isn't so much the sane neighbors trying to gang up on the child. Rather, it's the child's bid for followers. Followers make or break a god... zealots motivate the cause. In some cases, the souls feed the power of the god and give him additional strength. You say they haven't any followers but look at humanity. There are many out there who would be on board with their twisted agenda. Humans are easy to sway, easy to corrupt and easy to replace when they've served their purpose."

Swith shook her head. "I digress. If Pearlelei needs assistance, I offer it. I've had several unique appointments this week, all of them with my brothers. I'm in no place to speak for the gods in my pantheon - and wouldn't dare to - but at least one aspect of it would support you."

"I understand. A few have devoted themselves to the easier tasks of trying to block their Influence from any followers. And if you wish to join, it is entirely your own choice," she explained. "My Mother is not in charge of this war, she... hmmm... heard the commotion, jumped into the squabble, and is now trying to hold down the kid's arm while Athena tries to wrestle the knife away and Loki tries to get a good aim to kick him in the head. So to speak." She chuckled a bit, though there was cynicism behind it.