Personification Life - Part Deux

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

where? what did you hear?

"Oh wait, this isn't the drone planet, this is the catacombs, that was a mutant." Evil Dab voice said.

GET ME OUT OF HERE! I WANT TO GO TO THE DRONE PLANET!

[Dabfia]

"Oh wait, this isn't the drone planet, this is the catacombs, that was a mutant." Evil Dab voice said.

GET ME OUT OF HERE! I WANT TO GO TO THE DRONE PLANET!

"*SIGH* quiet you i'm trying to concentrate."

[Swith Witherward]

"Hey Naomi!" Called out Bran from the couch. "If you don't have anything else to do, I have a question for you."

"Nothing planned," she called. Naomi waved her hands to dismiss the snow and then took two cans of root beer from the fridge and flopped onto the couch near him. "Shoot..." she said, handing him a can.

[The Drone Empire]

"Hey Bran, Ceril... whoever," she called into the bomb shelter. She took off her jacket and threw it over a chair, then went to check on the portal closet.

"Hey Naomi!" Called out Bran from the couch. "If you don't have anything else to do, I have a question for you."

"SHIT! They got us pinned" The man said blatantly, shooting rapidly at the creatures' arm, melting the arm off.

"Thanks Lt General. Obvious! Keep firing!"

The other creature in front of them was then gunned down, the door now free to access.

"Come on! Come on!" The Man said, carrying his daughter over his shoulder with him, racing towards the door as it opened into a large hangar bay. Behind, more creatures gathered, few remained of the small group.

[The BranRiech]

"Come on! Come on!" The Man said, carrying his daughter over his shoulder with him, racing towards the door as it opened into a large hangar bay. Behind, more creatures gathered, few remained of the small group.

Rylli grabbed one of their wounded comrades and began dragging him through the door while the others had gone through, she dropped him after a few seconds when she realized that he was cut in half. She ran through the door and cosed it quickly.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

GET ME OUT OF HERE! I WANT TO GO TO THE DRONE PLANET!

"*SIGH* quiet you i'm trying to concentrate."

"is killing mutants"
hurry up plese......

[Germanic Templars]

*Thriller walked out of his room with a petri dish in one hand and a slide holder in the other. He made his way to the kitchen where he opened up the fridge to place the slide holder and the petri dish on the top shelf. In front of the two objects he wrote a note to tell people to not touch the Pennicillium culture and slides. He then shuffled himself into the lobby where he fell asleep on a bench*

[Dabfia]

"*SIGH* quiet you i'm trying to concentrate."

"is killing mutants"
hurry up plese......

"Don't rush perfection"

[Monfrox]

"So, what's been going on since I left?" She asked.

"I was 'released' from Lunar Max. I have been working on getting NVE back. Other than that, I heard that Swith messed around with time travel, but Naomi won't say what happened in the other timeline." Gretta said.

"I see. I miss him too, though." The User said, drinking her juice. "Although there really isn't much else for me to do besides miss him, you know?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Naomi headed back downstairs after first stopping in the dining room to pick up two uneaten meals... trays set aside for Fortu and Scarface. She whistled happily and let herself into her shared apartment, placing them on the counter for her two friends.

By the time she hit the lobby, she was in a fine mood, and soft swirls of snow danced around her torso.

"Hey Bran, Ceril... whoever," she called into the bomb shelter. She took off her jacket and threw it over a chair, then went to check on the portal closet.

Scarface opened his tray to find a glass of sugar water which he drank. Fortu just returned from a thirty-six hour shift at the software firm. He found a tray of fingersadwiches and tea in his tray...and a thin mint on his pillow. "That isn't a good sign." Fortu said.

[The Drone Empire]

The creatures slashed at the door, failing to get it open, but certainly making a ruckus as the Hangar authorities came to inspect.

"Quick, behind here!" He said, pulling Rylli behind a stack of containers. The patrol droids scanned the area, opening the door and being attacked by the creatures. One was caught and crushed, other reeling back calling for Executioners.

"Quick, lets move! There's gotta be some kind'a way out, with all these ships.."

[Giovenith]

*Lucius sighed then stepped off the roof where he fell fast to the ground, but upon touchdown, he touched the ground ever so gingerly that not a sound was made. He walked up to the shed and placed his hand on it. Through his mind ran visions of fear and utter horror. He quickly pulled his hand back from it* "The corruption in this shed is stronger than I expected it to be... I must become stronger if I am ever to banish this evil." * Lucius flew back up to the roof where he continued back to his prayers*

'Nobody thinks their crimes are funny when they finally suffer from them,' thought Beelzebub to himself. He was taking a coffee break now that the curse pretty much had itself under control, and was currently washing his hands... some liked blood in their drink, but not him. Not unless necessary.

[The BranRiech]

"Quick, lets move! There's gotta be some kind'a way out, with all these ships.."

"If they have a cockpit that somewhat resembles an Su-37 then I can fly it, but in the likely case that it's just a robot, then we'll have to hack into one."

OOC: gotta go to bed, goodnight all!

[The Drone Empire]

"Quick, lets move! There's gotta be some kind'a way out, with all these ships.."

"If they have a cockpit that somewhat resembles an Su-37 then I can fly it, but in the likely case that it's just a robot, then we'll have to hack into one."

OOC: gotta go to bed, goodnight all!

(Good Night)

The man looke around the room when he could, as Drones fought the creatures as they flooded in, alarms sounding. He couldn't spot any available vessels of that sort, but saw that there was a much larger ship docked and being loaded.

"There! Look! Those crates look like they are labelled for home!" He whispered excitedly to Rylli, his daughter peeking over. The crates were labeled with the word "Earte", one letter away from the name earth.

[Tiltjuice]

It was a rare night that Cuisine and MB weren't up and about doing something strange, or tearing up people's appetites at Chaos. In point of fact, Cuisine was sawing logs, while MB was equally asleep, just in a more decorous fashion. Ears covering his eyes and all.

Deader, though, was not.

The earlier wall-destroying contest had been a draw, leaving the entity bemused. It had been using a mystical Sword magically optimized for carving through walls, and yet a rabbit had been able to match its performance. It shook its head, opened the second-floor window, and slid out off the ledge to land in a snowbank. A gust of wind blew in; Cuisine mumbled and pulled up the extra-large blanket over his head, while one of MB's ears drooped off. The rabbit awakened long enough to burrow underneath as well.

The soft crunching of snow under Deader's boots continued, as it semi-marched around to the front of the building and admired the sight of a full restaurant. Even with the restaurant's head chef taking the night off, the place was still packed. It was good...but it was only a start. With a firm nod, the red-robed entity went to the nearest bookstore to find a guide or fifteen to medieval-themed interior decorating. Its main mistake was using Wayfinder to solve such a simple task.

Over the course of the next few hours, Deader was...
-attacked by a flashmob of raccoons, resolved using Shieldbreaker;
-dragged into a shell game in a back alley, which it bankrupted using Coinspinner and Doomgiver at the same time;
-attacked again, this time by the angry shell game master, resolved using all eleven Swords that did something other than healing;
-attacked a third time by police officers who were passing by and saw the carnage - that is, once they'd finished throwing up - which it dealt with by using Sightblinder to appear as their angry ex-wives and a cluster of lawyers;
-and finally irritated by a sign-carrying crowd that refused to get out of its way and insisted on yelling a bizarre surrealist tirade about God, figs, and juice, which it dealt with by unleashing Soulcutter and leaving them all as a heap of complete apathetic wrecks with no motivation to do anything whatsoever*.

With references in hand, it returned, going around back to the same alley where the shell game had been and beginning to study the guides.

*I had a lot of fun writing this one.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Gretta! Naomi! Bran!" Fortu shouted down the hallways.

[Monfrox]

"Hmm....well now who to talk with?" The User said as she left Gretta to go to her bed or nest, whichever. She walked through the halls, hoping someone would be nice to her.

[Swith Witherward]

"Gretta! Naomi! Bran!" Fortu shouted down the hallways.

"Down here, Fortu," Naomi called from the bomb shelter.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Gretta! Naomi! Bran!" Fortu shouted down the hallways.

"Down here, Fortu," Naomi called from the bomb shelter.

"I think I am in trouble with the mob." Fortu said holding up a thin mint.

[Swith Witherward]

"I think I am in trouble with the mob." Fortu said holding up a thin mint.

"Hello Fortu," Naomi kissed his cheek and smiled. "It's a thin mint... do you owe the..."

She looked around and saw no eavesdroppers near the bomb shelter...

"Do you owe the Girl Scout Mafia, again?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"I think I am in trouble with the mob." Fortu said holding up a thin mint.

"Hello Fortu," Naomi kissed his cheek and smiled. "It's a thin mint... do you owe the..."

She looked around and saw no eavesdroppers near the bomb shelter...

"Do you owe the Girl Scout Mafia, again?"

"What do you mean again?" Fortu asked.

[Monfrox]

The User, having noticed most of everyone had gone to bed, retired to her own bunk as well. She closed the door, checked her room for any spy equipment that would be used on her, and made sure that the security camera still didn't work. Maybe tomorrow she could try talking to Zxamia or Giov or someone. But, for now, she laid in her bed and slowly fell into a deep slumber.

[Swith Witherward]

"What do you mean again?" Fortu asked.

Naomi sighed. So many changes. "I think NVE tangled with them before. I wasn't around so I don't know anything about it. Our side won, though."

Bran looked like he'd nodded off, so she covered him with a blanket and took a spare one for herself. She brought Fortu a root beer then flopped back onto the couch. "Oh, I paid the rent today... he didn't charge us for being late."

She yawned. "So, let me hear about the GSM. What are their demands?"

[The BranRiech]

"Hey Naomi!" Called out Bran from the couch. "If you don't have anything else to do, I have a question for you."

"Nothing planned," she called. Naomi waved her hands to dismiss the snow and then took two cans of root beer from the fridge and flopped onto the couch near him. "Shoot..." she said, handing him a can.

Bran awoke a few minutes later to find Naomi off talking to Fortu about something, he smacked himself on the face for falling asleep as he slowly sat up. He waited for Naomi to finish and come back.

The man looke around the room when he could, as Drones fought the creatures as they flooded in, alarms sounding. He couldn't spot any available vessels of that sort, but saw that there was a much larger ship docked and being loaded.

"There! Look! Those crates look like they are labelled for home!" He whispered excitedly to Rylli, his daughter peeking over. The crates were labeled with the word "Earte", one letter away from the name earth.

Rylli peered around the corner as well, noticing the misspelled crates. She turned back around to face her companions.
"They probably won't notice us if we make a run to those crates. We run in five seconds, don't fall behind or else I leave you behind. Is that clear? Good."

After five seconds, Rylli jumped up and began sprinting for the crates. Her comrades did the same and began trailing behind her.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"What do you mean again?" Fortu asked.

Naomi sighed. So many changes. "I think NVE tangled with them before. I wasn't around so I don't know anything about it. Our side won, though."

Bran looked like he'd nodded off, so she covered him with a blanket and took a spare one for herself. She brought Fortu a root beer then flopped back onto the couch. "Oh, I paid the rent today... he didn't charge us for being late."

She yawned. "So, let me hear about the GSM. What are their demands?"

"I sort of ripped off some plutonium from them to keep this body running without having to buy car batteries everyday. I sort of agreed to build them a bomb." Fortu explained and sipped his root beer. It was his favorite soda flavor. "And dont worry about my half of the rent, I'll reinburse you tomorrow." Fortu added.