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Giovenith wrote:"Well you see, the reason they ate the fruit, is because a demon told them to in order to get revenge against the God of their belief. To corrupt them, so that the humans would be forced to live a life of misery and woe."

"Now I'm glad he told me not to eat it, thanks for informing me. Now what're we here for?"

The BranRiech wrote:

Giovenith wrote:"Well you see, the reason they ate the fruit, is because a demon told them to in order to get revenge against the God of their belief. To corrupt them, so that the humans would be forced to live a life of misery and woe."

"Now I'm glad he told me not to eat it, thanks for informing me. Now what're we here for?"

"We're here to get that stupid fruit back," she said, attempting in vain to push open one bedroom door, which was being blocked by all sorts of mechanical clutter (it was most likely Belphegor's). "Before he can try to tempt you, or anyone else with it..."

Giovenith wrote:"We're here to get that stupid fruit back," she said, attempting in vain to push open one bedroom door, which was being blocked by all sorts of mechanical clutter (it was most likely Belphegor's). "Before he can try to tempt you, or anyone else with it..."

"I'm with you on that." He said, looking at the other door curiously.

The BranRiech wrote:

Giovenith wrote:"We're here to get that stupid fruit back," she said, attempting in vain to push open one bedroom door, which was being blocked by all sorts of mechanical clutter (it was most likely Belphegor's). "Before he can try to tempt you, or anyone else with it..."

"I'm with you on that." He said, looking at the other door curiously.

"Which one could it be?!" Giovenith put her hands on her head, growing ever more frustrated.

Right behind her was a door with a teenage name sign nailed to it, spelling out, " 'Deus "

Giovenith wrote:"Which one could it be?!" Giovenith put her hands on her head, growing ever more frustrated.

Right behind her was a door with a teenage name sign nailed to it, spelling out, " 'Deus "

Chuckling, Bran pointed to the door next to him.

"Behind you Gio."

Neko Dabfia starts following a duckling down the hallway. Just waiting to pounce on his prey.

*Thriller sheathed his knife, reloaded and holstered his gun, then went to search for NVE.*

Goodnight, Darius. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer and chat, Swith said to him.

She shook her head at NVE. "Don't ask." She led him down to the bomb shelter and focused on the hall closet, opening the door (and portal) to Purgatory. "Let's go," Swith smiled.

Swith Witherward wrote:Goodnight, Darius. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer and chat, Swith said to him.

She shook her head at NVE. "Don't ask." She led him down to the bomb shelter and focused on the hall closet, opening the door (and portal) to Purgatory. "Let's go," Swith smiled.

NVE walked through the door and found Gretta laying on the grass. "Huh, I thought you would have killed Thriller for me, did he get you too?" Gretta joked.

The BranRiech wrote:

Giovenith wrote:"Which one could it be?!" Giovenith put her hands on her head, growing ever more frustrated.

Right behind her was a door with a teenage name sign nailed to it, spelling out, " 'Deus "

Chuckling, Bran pointed to the door next to him.

"Behind you Gio."

She turned around and stared at the door. "... Oh." She opened it.

The room was mostly decorated with red and other arousing colors, save for the various punk and rock band posters decorating the walls. The bed was unmade, clothes were strewn about along with miscellaneous belongings such as CD's, candy boxes, and crumpled up paper balls. There was a large vanity set placed in a corner, that was littered with make-up and strangely enough, many tiny blood-speckled razor blades, all of which had currently been scattered and smeared on the mirror as if in a fit of rage.

Giovenith pulled out a drawer from a nearby dresser and dumped out the contents. "We don't have much time, ransack if you have to!"

Giovenith wrote:She turned around and stared at the door. "... Oh." She opened it.

The room was mostly decorated with red and other arousing colors, save for the various punk and rock band posters decorating the walls. The bed was unmade, clothes were strewn about along with miscellaneous belongings such as CD's, candy boxes, and crumpled up paper balls. There was a large vanity set placed in a corner, that was littered with make-up and strangely enough, many tiny blood-speckled razor blades, all of which had currently been scattered and smeared on the mirror as if in a fit of rage.

Giovenith pulled out a drawer from a nearby dresser and dumped out the contents. "We don't have much time, ransack if you have to!"

Bran began looking around for the wrapped parcel, letting Gio know that he wrapped it up in a red cloth. He overturned drawers and looked in cabinets. Bran then noticed the Emo setup in the corner.

"He's got some problems . . ." He asked, still looking.

Neko Dabfia goes up into the roof after mistaking the Duckling for a mouse.
He looks around.
"Still bored"

Nessa scratched her short muzzle and looked at the body on the slab. "Well, I suppose it's according to specification, although I would have gone with blonde." She had carefully dressed it as Fortu wanted, and had seen to it that all circuitry was well camouflaged. Everything about it could pass for human. The Overseer construct shrugged.

"Mr. Fortu," she said, tapping a claw on the metal ball. "I am pleased to say that Mr. NVE's living quarters and lab are finished. Your host is ready. I'm awaiting your inspection; we'll transfer you if all is satisfactory to your standards."

Inside the room was dark, but not enough to see. It was a padded cell, the walls covered in strange glyphs and symbols. In the center of the room was a little girl, sitting cross legged. It was hard to make out her features in the darkness and she was looking down so her face wasn't visible, but it could be seen that she had black hair. She had thick straps (also covered in odd glyphs) pinning her arms to her sides, with chains connected to the straps and the walls. She seemed to be asleep.

The BranRiech wrote:

Giovenith wrote:She turned around and stared at the door. "... Oh." She opened it.

The room was mostly decorated with red and other arousing colors, save for the various punk and rock band posters decorating the walls. The bed was unmade, clothes were strewn about along with miscellaneous belongings such as CD's, candy boxes, and crumpled up paper balls. There was a large vanity set placed in a corner, that was littered with make-up and strangely enough, many tiny blood-speckled razor blades, all of which had currently been scattered and smeared on the mirror as if in a fit of rage.

Giovenith pulled out a drawer from a nearby dresser and dumped out the contents. "We don't have much time, ransack if you have to!"

Bran began looking around for the wrapped parcel, letting Gio know that he wrapped it up in a red cloth. He overturned drawers and looked in cabinets. Bran then noticed the Emo setup in the corner.

"He's got some problems . . ." He asked, still looking.

"Yeah, I think so too," she said, looking through the closet. "I mean, sweet Pearlelei, I will never be able to unsee some of the outfits he has in here... bleck, lust indeed. Did you try under the bed?"

Bone Fort wrote:Inside the room was dark, but not enough to see. It was a padded cell, the walls covered in strange glyphs and symbols. In the center of the room was a little girl, sitting cross legged. It was hard to make out her features in the darkness and she was looking down so her face wasn't visible, but it could be seen that she had black hair. She had thick straps (also covered in odd glyphs) pinning her arms to her sides, with chains connected to the straps and the walls. She seemed to be asleep.

"Bones, is that really necessary?" Naomi whispered to not wake the child. "Is she one of you? That is, is she engineered to be... um, unique in ways which no one in this house truly understands (yet seem to come in handy at just the right time and in the right place)?"

Giovenith wrote:"Yeah, I think so too," she said, looking through the closet. "I mean, sweet Pearlelei, I will never be able to unsee some of the outfits he has in here... bleck, lust indeed. Did you try under the bed?"

"To be honest? I'm quite afraid to see what's under there."

Despite his reluctancy, Bran peered underneath the bed anyways.

The BranRiech wrote:

Giovenith wrote:"Yeah, I think so too," she said, looking through the closet. "I mean, sweet Pearlelei, I will never be able to unsee some of the outfits he has in here... bleck, lust indeed. Did you try under the bed?"

"To be honest? I'm quite afraid to see what's under there."

Despite his reluctancy, Bran peered underneath the bed anyways.

Praise be to God, it was just the usual clutter people normally had under their beds. And in the corner, he saw a flash of red and yellow...

Giovenith wrote:Praise be to God, it was just the usual clutter people normally had under their beds. And in the corner, he saw a flash of red and yellow...

"Gio! I think I found it."

Bran reached over and grasped it, fishing it out and handing the package to his friend.

"Maybe we should leave now, you know, before he figures out we're here?"

Swith Witherward wrote:"Bones, is that really necessary?" Naomi whispered to not wake the child. "Is she one of you? That is, is she engineered to be... um, unique in ways which no one in this house truly understands (yet seem to come in handy at just the right time and in the right place)?"

"Yes, completely necessary, no she is not engineered like me. She has been experimented on to increase her magical power, occult ritual style, but I guess you could consider it unique and not something you would understand, perhaps, but not nearly like me. There's actually hope for her. Really, all she needs is love... I think..."

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:

Swith Witherward wrote:"You look like hell," Swith replied, dusting him off and healing him with each pat. "And yes, Thriller pushes buttons, but so do you, love." She looked at his snout and neck to make sure the slashes were mended.

"Now, do you want to see Gretta?"

"Yes please. When have I ever pushed buttons in a figurative sense?" NVE asked.

Primordial Luxa wrote:
"We'll I need that fly so any info would help"
OOC: dinner got to go

"Well I know that he might get stranded in the present next week with Mark Twain and I am suppose to help him get back...I'll see if I can find that fly." NVE replied.

"We'll if you need help feel free to call"

The BranRiech wrote:

Giovenith wrote:Praise be to God, it was just the usual clutter people normally had under their beds. And in the corner, he saw a flash of red and yellow...

"Gio! I think I found it."

Bran reached over and grasped it, fishing it out and handing the package to his friend.

"Maybe we should leave now, you know, before he figures out we're here?"

"Great idea," she said, pocketing the package. "We should also probably find someone who'd know how to properly dispose of an Eden Apple."

Giovenith wrote:"Great idea," she said, pocketing the package. "We should also probably find someone who'd know how to properly dispose of an Eden Apple."

"Don't come to me for that." He chuckled, checking the corners to make sure that the Demon wasn't stalking them on their way out.

Swith Witherward wrote:Nessa scratched her short muzzle and looked at the body on the slab. "Well, I suppose it's according to specification, although I would have gone with blonde." She had carefully dressed it as Fortu wanted, and had seen to it that all circuitry was well camouflaged. Everything about it could pass for human. The Overseer construct shrugged.

"Mr. Fortu," she said, tapping a claw on the metal ball. "I am pleased to say that Mr. NVE's living quarters and lab are finished. Your host is ready. I'm awaiting your inspection; we'll transfer you if all is satisfactory to your standards."

Fortu inspected everything in sight. "Yes, thank you. It looks great, not bad at all." Fortu said cheerfully.

Bone Fort wrote:"Yes, completely necessary, no she is not engineered like me. She has been experimented on to increase her magical power, occult ritual style, but I guess you could consider it unique and not something you would understand, perhaps, but not nearly like me. There's actually hope for her. Really, all she needs is love... I think..."

"Thank goodness!" In her opinion, the last thing the world needed was a miniaturized version of him and his brothers... with estrogen. She stepped in and squatted down to look at the girl better. "If they're necessary, how do you expect me to raise her? She can't stay locked up in here forever."

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"Shall we begin transfer," Nessa asked with a smile.