Personification Life - IC Part III

[Monfrox]

"Because shoving your hand down his throat would've been far too suspicious if you hadn't acted like you did. I'm just saying, you should be more proactive, instead of reactive. But you know all about that, don't you?"

"Yes Mother Lucy," he groaned, rolling his eyes, indication that he was very much the young teen he appeared to be, at least in casual behavior.

"[b]Oh, Mother Lucy, am I?" Lidev said as she went around and wrapped her arms around Asmodeus' chest from behind him and leaned against him. "I don't think I'm that old, do you?" She asked in a somewhat playful tone as she placed her head on one of his shoulders and stared ahead like he was.

[Giovenith]

"Yes Mother Lucy," he groaned, rolling his eyes, indication that he was very much the young teen he appeared to be, at least in casual behavior.

"Oh, Mother Lucy, am I?" Lidev said as she went around and wrapped her arms around Asmodeus' chest from behind him and leaned against him. "I don't think I'm that old, do you?" She asked in a somewhat playful tone as she placed her head on one of his shoulders and stared ahead like he was.

He shrugged with a smile. "Age is but a number when you hit two-thousand."

[Monfrox]

"Oh, Mother Lucy, am I?" Lidev said as she went around and wrapped her arms around Asmodeus' chest from behind him and leaned against him. "I don't think I'm that old, do you?" She asked in a somewhat playful tone as she placed her head on one of his shoulders and stared ahead like he was.

He shrugged with a smile. "Age is but a number when you hit two-thousand."

"That's true." Lidev said. She sighed and blew air out of her mouth in boredom. "Well I'd love to stay and chat more, but I need my beauty sleep." She said. And with that, she unwrapped from the demon and went back to her own room.

The User was sitting inside her's on her bed, looking at Manon. "You know, sometimes, I'd like to know what it'd be like to be a cat. To not have to worry about anyone, to lounge around and do almost anything I could. To just be so....care-free all the time." She mused. She picked the cat up and laid herself down in bed. "But you can't tell me what it's like, can you?" Manon just stared at her, almost like the cat was smiling. The User sighed again. "Ah well, such is life." She said to the white feline before putting it on the floor and covering herself up with the blankets.

She checked to see if the cat was asleep, which by the sound of it's purring, confirmed her hypothesis. She put her head on the pillow and quickly fell asleep. After a couple minutes, the cat jumped up onto her bed, and then crept up to the User's head, where it put it's paws gently on her and put it's face next to her ear. It seemed like it was whispering something into it, but the cat's mouth movements were small, and the message into the User's subconscious was softly spoken, so as not to wake her. Then, as quickly as she came, the cat hopped off the bed and then curled back up on the floor. The two snoozed peacefully for the rest of the night.

[Cerillium]

The Drone disappearance nullified one contract but Ceril had others with his employer. He set off before sunrise to fulfill one of his tasks.

The building was quiet upon return. He recalled Bran's angst at Drone hands. He made a stack of waffles for the man. The covered dish bore Bran's name. He left it on a cart directly outside the shelter door.

[The BranRiech]

Barbelia, forgetting that she could have gone to the Fallout shelter, groaned her way downstairs. She'd fallen asleep in the most uncomfortable position and her back spoke for that fact, but her day instantly skyrocketed when she noticed the plate of Waffles layed out for her . . . Well, Bran, but technically she was half Bran.

She instantly helped herself to the free breakfast, to anyone else looking, it would appear that someone was stealing them. She hoped though, that they would understand her predicament as she casually let herself in and crashed on the couch.

[Cerillium]

Snow covered the street. Ceril stood at the large window and surveyed the neighborhood. He worred about Naomi. He also worried about the abrupt end to the invasion. What caused people to come back to life? He wanted answers. He wanted breakfast.

He walked into Chaos.

[Giovenith]

Eventually, even Giovenith woke up.

"Uggggh... oh, never again..." she moaned sickly, putting a hand to her head and falling back on the pillow to force the room into stability. Even after being asleep for 24 hours straight, she was still feeling fairly nauseous from the large energy exert of the invasion.She had scraped the bottom of the bucket that was the little power store she had, using it to heal minor wounds, summon all those paper minions, etc... it was actually pretty sad, she could do so little, yet spend so much, all because of her age. Aw well.

The girl lay for a few moments, gathering strength, before finally pulling herself up and walking out. The sunlight burned her eyes. "Ahh..."

[Tiltjuice]

Snow covered the street. Ceril stood at the large window and surveyed the neighborhood. He worred about Naomi. He also worried about the abrupt end to the invasion. What caused people to come back to life? He wanted answers. He wanted breakfast.

He walked into Chaos.

MB looked up at Ceril and blinked questioningly, wondering where all the bodies and injured had gone off to.

[Monfrox]

The User yawned and rolled over onto her stomach before peeking over the side of the bed. "Good mornin'." She said to her cat, who was still curled up on the floor. Manon opened one of her eyes and looked up at the User. She then yawned and stretched out before hopping up. "Good morning, indeed." She said in a soothing, motherly voice. The User froze. Did the cat just actually talk to her? "Um.......what?" The User asked. Manon pawed the User's face. "I said good morning, silly. Don't you understand English?" She said with a smile. The User looked at the cat like it was possessed. "How...are you...." "Never you mind about how we are communicating. Just know that I am here for you." "What do you mean?" "I am your guardian, though I disguise myself as a mere cat to keep a charade and not to blow my cover."

The User stared blankly. "Okay so....why do I need a guardian?" Manon, who was licking her paw, stopped and looked at the User as if she should already know. "Perhaps the agency was getting a bit tired of seeing your name pop up on the list of people who are being resurrected all the time, so they sent me to help ensure your safety and well being, but mainly so that you don't keep dying again. Although there are certain instances that may be out of my hands, I'll be doing my best." She said. The User took it all in. "So then if you and I can communicate, then-" "The connection is only between us. No one else would be able to understand me unless I let them." "I see....well weirder things have happened, so let's go get some breakfast." The User exclaimed as she fully accepted the new entry into her reality. "I thought you'd never ask." Manon replied. And so the two went to the dining room where the User snagged a breakfast Hot Pocket from the store and gave Manon a bowl of milk and some cheese.

[Swith Witherward]

"Mr. Fortu?" Nessa poked the metallic ball that was once a severed raptor head. "Good morning, sir. I have an update for you. The apartment is nearly completed, sir. Equipment has been ordered and should arrive by tomorrow, and my sisters will set it up for you. This brings me to a very important question, and pardon my asking but we are a nosy sort."

"Mr. Fortu, you were once a clone, according to our documentation. This new form doesn't suit you in the least. We have the ability to recreate you as you were, including wiring your enhancements back in, as either a head or a head attached to a body. You were a clone of the original NVE and we have that at our disposal, you see. Do you really wish to remain an ugly ball? Pardon my saying this, but it isn't very nice to look at and it can't be very comfortable. Would you wish to have components integrated into a velociraptor head? My sisters and I have noticed that your lack of extremities, specifically hands, makes it impossible for you to do on your own. Perhaps you could allow us to assist you? We do not mind if you say 'no', please understand." She smiled at the ball and cocked her head to the side, waiting his instructions.

Meanwhile, twenty sets of hands were busy in NVE's apartment. Everything was almost finished with the exception of lab equipment. They had taken a liking to Scarface, doting on him and tolerating his quirks. They chatted insistently about him in their own language of chirps, clicks, chatters and warbles, but they meant well. They couldn't figure out why his skin didn't fit his body or why he moved about like a dead thing. They'd also taken to emulating him, stating "Yes Mistress" in the same toneless voice whenever Swith or Naomi spoke to them. Swith forbade them to all reply in unison; she found the whole thing unnerving.

--

Naomi finished up the breakfast dishes and took a bag of food back to the building. She's learned a new recipe from Cuisine and intended to try it out. Swith remained behind, pouring over figures and grumbling.

[Giovenith]

The door was opened for them by Giovenith, who'd spotted them coming from a window. "Hellooooo, good morning."

"Hiiiiii!" waved the lust demon, peaking out from behind her back, munching on an apple.

"What have you got there?"

OOC: Just quickie.

[Dabfia]

Dabfia walked out of her room holding a wrench and wearing a mechanics outfit and she's covered in ash from some explosions.
"And i failed again..." She sighed and put the wrench in her pocket and walks down to the dining room and sits down at a table.

Meanwhile.
Tony sits on the rooftop looking down at the street when he is tackled off the roof and slammed down on the pavement.
"Who are you and what are you doing in tony's uniform?" Bravo asked getting off of Tony.
"Bravo you bastard what was that for?!" Tony said annoyed, and he got up.
"Oh come on, man up you wuss. I used to do that to you all the time and you never complained." Bravo said.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii shakily stood up, her head spinning.

"Uh....no, it's ok....wait, did you say King JagdTiger?"

Torii was fascinated by military stuff, which took her mind immediately off of the crash.

Yeah King JagdTiger a tsuyoian tank based off of the mighty king tiger tank from WW2..dont wanna be hit by it's 900mm gun...
It Hits like two trains at full speed! and it's armor cant be harmed by bullets! only railguns can destroy it! said sekio

"You don't say?", Said Torii, an eyebrow rasing.

Damn....they are probably years ahead of us in tech if they can build something like that.

She brushed it off, noting it for later.

"Based of of the German tanks? We also have weapons based of of German models. Our main Aircraft is the ME262G Air Superiority Fighter, an updated, modern fighter version of the German jet fighter. We also deploy, in small numbers, the Striker V Heavy Tanks, based loosely off of the Panzer IV, and many National Army, militia, and private armies still use the German FG-42. In fact, the Germans probably influenced our military more than the Russians since WWII. We were allied to each other until '44

In more ways than you could imagine....

Torii checked around to make sure there was no Swastika pin on her shirt. That could offend someone.

[The Drone Empire]

Dani walked in with two black garbage bags into the lobby, a blood trail being left behind them as she dragged them across the linoleum floor.

--

"You are suspicious." The voice of The Caretaker speaking to Swith. He was not there. He was simply speaking to her, you could say through telepathy, sure.

[Dabfia]

Dani walked in with two black garbage bags into the lobby, a blood trail being left behind them as she dragged them across the linoleum floor.

--

"You are suspicious." The voice of The Caretaker speaking to Swith. He was not there. He was simply speaking to her, you could say through telepathy, sure.

"What are you doing?" Dabfia asked walking out of the dining room holding a soda. She sipped her soda and observed the bags and the trail of blood.

[Monfrox]

The User and Manon finished their breakfast with no interruption and went back to their room. "So, you know that tomorrow, you're going to have to stay with one of my other friends right?" The User told the cat. "Not to worry, dear. I've read your file. Your rather large and detailed file. In fact, I don't even think we can call it a file anymore, since it has it's own binder." The User stared blankly at Manon. "Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo that a yes?" She asked. "Yes, I can stay with one of your friends." "Okay. Thanks." "When you are done, I shall bestow upon you, a gift. In fact, I have already done so. It is lying dormant inside you, waiting for when you have a moment to spare for it to be discovered." "What kind of a gift?" "You always wanted to know what it was like to be a cat, didn't you?" "Do I get some kind of other worldly knowledge?" "...In a manner of speaking." "Hell yeah!" The User then walked out to see if anyone was around for her to hang with as the cat laid on her bed and took a nap.

[Western Borderlands]

Nykon woke up and put on a tuxedo and black jeans.


He then called someone on a phone.

"Who is this"

"Someone who would like to know where the nearest Communications tower is"

"Sorry I don't respond to people like you"

The person hung up and Nykon was a bit startled by it.

what in the holy fuck was that about? he thought with a bit of anger.

[The Drone Empire]

Dani walked in with two black garbage bags into the lobby, a blood trail being left behind them as she dragged them across the linoleum floor.

--

"You are suspicious." The voice of The Caretaker speaking to Swith. He was not there. He was simply speaking to her, you could say through telepathy, sure.

"What are you doing?" Dabfia asked walking out of the dining room holding a soda. She sipped her soda and observed the bags and the trail of blood.

"Stuff." Dani responded, dragging it towards the bunker where her lab was.

[Dabfia]

"What are you doing?" Dabfia asked walking out of the dining room holding a soda. She sipped her soda and observed the bags and the trail of blood.

"Stuff." Dani responded, dragging it towards the bunker where her lab was.

"Dead stuff." Dabfia said.

[The Drone Empire]

"Stuff." Dani responded, dragging it towards the bunker where her lab was.

"Dead stuff." Dabfia said.

"Yes." Dani said.

"Good bye." She followed, closing the bunker door behind her as she continued her Trek through the insides ofthe Bunker.

[Dabfia]

"Dead stuff." Dabfia said.

"Yes." Dani said.

"Good bye." She followed, closing the bunker door behind her as she continued her Trek through the insides ofthe Bunker.

Dabfia waved and walked off to find something to do.

[The BranRiech]

Noticing Dani walk away, Barbelia hurriedly got up and left for the dining room. She sat down to a plate of Crackers someone left out and started munching, hoping someone would ask her about who she was.

It was amusing to both consciouses to explain it to them.

[Dabfia]

Noticing Dani walk away, Barbelia hurriedly got up and left for the dining room. She sat down to a plate of Crackers someone left out and started munching, hoping someone would ask her about who she was.

It was amusing to both consciouses to explain it to them.

Dabfia walks up to her.
"Hello, Bran and Rylli fusion, i should inform you that you will be stuck like that until i can figure out how to split back fused molecules." She says.

[The BranRiech]

Dabfia walks up to her.
"Hello, Bran and Rylli fusion, i should inform you that you will be stuck like that until i can figure out how to split back fused molecules." She says.

"Whatever, this is actually pretty cool anyways." She shrugged.

[Dabfia]

Dabfia walks up to her.
"Hello, Bran and Rylli fusion, i should inform you that you will be stuck like that until i can figure out how to split back fused molecules." She says.

"Whatever, this is actually pretty cool anyways." She shrugged.

"So you want to stay like that forever?"