Personification Life - IC Part IV

[The BranRiech]

"I still have that mission to do, Bran. Although the ramifications have changed a bit since I last asked." The User chimed in.

"I do believe I have a wedding to plan with Rylli, but after that?" Bran asked, prepared to answer himself. "Yeah, I'll make sure I have time." He said, writing that down as well.

[Swith Witherward]

Ceril sneered at Swith.

"Human nature makes men do stupid things."

He finished his beer and set the bottle on the table. "I was a tech priest before that offered my heart's desire," he gestured to Swith, "and I regretted it for a long time. Not so much now. The cloud suddenly has a silver lining."

"Why don't you ask her to set you free?" Naomi asked. "It's not fair to keep you enslaved."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"A bit of both," Monique said. "Your profile said you might be drawn to a bit of 1940's grit. I happen to like the genre."

"I am a fan of film noir. I have to say that you do it very well." Fortu said.

"Tommorow if you like." NVE said. "Whenever is best for you." Gretta said.

"I could send her tomorrow." He said. "On one condition . . . That I get to tag along for the first few days." he went on, writing stuff down in his planner.

"Alright, and I suppose you would want us in human form too?" NVE asked.

[Swith Witherward]

"I am a fan of film noir. I have to say that you do it very well." Fortu said.

"Thank you," Monique bowed her head gracefully. "I always feel that I come across as tacky, but it's so damn fun to do!"

[The BranRiech]

"Alright, and I suppose you would want us in human form too?" NVE asked.

"Yeah, Rachelle's not very comfortable with Raptors . . . Yet."

--

The girl mentioned above was still sitting in the corner of the room, quietly joined by Rylli who was laughing at a drawn picture of their friends if they all had Mustaches.

[Cerillium]

"What would I go back to? What's the point? I lost everything including my dignity."

[Swith Witherward]

"What would I go back to? What's the point? I lost everything including my dignity."

"That's so much bulls*t, Ceril," Naomi frowned at him. "You can go back to any time and fix what you lost. Or start over, right? You make it sound so damn hopeless."

[Cerillium]

"Naomi, it was endless hell. I lost hope and couldn't find it for a long time."

[Swith Witherward]

"Naomi, it was endless hell. I lost hope and couldn't find it for a long time."

"Well, now you have hope? What changed?"

[Cerillium]

Ceril smiled in reply and opened another beer.

[Swith Witherward]

Ceril smiled in reply and opened another beer.

Naomi cocked her eyebrow at him. "Fine, don't tell me," she laughed. "I'm beginning to think people don't think the way I do." She poured more tea for Mia.

[Cerillium]

"Naomi, no one thinks like you. Have you ever given any effort to being dishonest? Serious, girl, hold back some."

Hello? Earth to Naomi?

"Fuck, you express whatever you're feeling. You probably assume everyone else does also. They don't."

[Monfrox]

"I still have that mission to do, Bran. Although the ramifications have changed a bit since I last asked." The User chimed in.

"I do believe I have a wedding to plan with Rylli, but after that?" Bran asked, prepared to answer himself. "Yeah, I'll make sure I have time." He said, writing that down as well.

"Alright. Your's does come first." She sighed.

[Swith Witherward]

"Naomi, no one thinks like you. Have you ever given any effort to being dishonest? Serious, girl, hold back some."

Hello? Earth to Naomi?

"Fuck, you express whatever you're feeling. You probably assume everyone else does also. They don't."

"They... don't?" Naomi genuinely thought they did. "No wonder I get confused signals and can't tell who the enemy or friend is," she snorted.

--

Swith slid off her bar stool and wandered over to Rylli and Rachelle. She sat down and picked up a crayon. "Mind if I join you?"

[Cerillium]

"They don't," Ceril chuckled.

[The BranRiech]

Swith slid off her bar stool and wandered over to Rylli and Rachelle. She sat down and picked up a crayon. "Mind if I join you?"

"Huh? Oh, sure." She said, showing her the paper of them all with Mustaches. Rachelle handed her an entire box and got back to drawing, tuning out Uncle Ceril and Naomi over in the other side of the room.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"I am a fan of film noir. I have to say that you do it very well." Fortu said.

"Thank you," Monique bowed her head gracefully. "I always feel that I come across as tacky, but it's so damn fun to do!"

"It's fun to watch, for a second there, I felt like my life was being directed by Alfred Hitchcock. So, I'll put off the lobster research until after I make the Slot-Hacker. I'll need to know the models being used." Fortu said.

"Alright, and I suppose you would want us in human form too?" NVE asked.

"Yeah, Rachelle's not very comfortable with Raptors . . . Yet."

"Fine, bring a notebook, pencil, and some beef jerky." NVE said.

[Germanic Templars]

"Yes, I remember that one.. I kinda observe the apartment through the cameras when not in the suit, if there was anything he forgot to do, it was to put me on a closed circuit."

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"Hmm.. Tempting, let me get a few things straight; First off dental is not an issue with me, as you can see my teeth are also my flesh. Second, i'll pass on the 401k didn't have one before, don't need one now. Third, what is the job?"

Naomi laughed. "He overlooks the important stuff, which is pretty good for the rest of us."

--

Swith smiled. "My greater daemons are a force to be reckoned with. Of course, it's all about ecstasy and pain, but if someone can't handle that, they really should stay the hell outta our way. I'd offer you a bit of perfection in return. Of course, you're missing a set of arms, but I suppose we could overlook that. You would need to have mastery of manipulation and temptation. Find our enemy's heart's desire and promise it to him. Once he's ours, we turn him back on our enemies. The purer the heart, the more easy to deride. Add lust, a bit of corruption, a sprinkle of pride... and you have the makings of the perfect weapon. Your job would be to find those suitable to being turned into that perfect weapon."

"Isn't that right, Ceril?" she added with a laugh. "But," she turned back to Superbia, "there are those you leave alone. Thriller, Bran and his family, for example. I protect those for a reason. They have a purity that this universe sadly lacks, and they balance out chaos."

"Hmm....Let me think on it. And i'll have a response some time later."

[The BranRiech]

"Fine, bring a notebook, pencil, and some beef jerky." NVE said.

"And these books I'm assuming, right?"

[Swith Witherward]

Swith slid off her bar stool and wandered over to Rylli and Rachelle. She sat down and picked up a crayon. "Mind if I join you?"

"Huh? Oh, sure." She said, showing her the paper of them all with Mustaches. Rachelle handed her an entire box and got back to drawing, tuning out Uncle Ceril and Naomi over in the other side of the room.

Swith had never attempted to draw. Her first effort sucked, but she started over.

--

"Actually, you made it fun." Monique shuffled through some papers and handed him info on the slot machines.

[The BranRiech]

Swith had never attempted to draw. Her first effort sucked, but she started over.

"Hey, that second one is pretty good." Rylli commented, putting the finishing touches on her drawing.

[Swith Witherward]

"Hmm....Let me think on it. And i'll have a response some time later."

"Take your time," Swith said to him, starting on a new drawing.

She smiled at Rylli. "Thanks."


Naomi shook her head. "The world would be less confusing if they did," she replied to Ceril.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Fine, bring a notebook, pencil, and some beef jerky." NVE said.

"And these books I'm assuming, right?"

"Of course." Gretta said.

"Actually, you made it fun." Monique shuffled through some papers and handed him info on the slot machines.

Fortu looked through the papers. "Well thanks and your welcome. There should be a word that means both." he said.

[The BranRiech]

"Take your time," Swith said to him, starting on a new drawing.

She smiled at Rylli. "Thanks."

After drawing a few more tree's and various natue scenes, Rylli promptly fell asleep leanin on Rachelle who had passed out earlier. Eventually Bran came by to collect them, he sat down in a chair and also fell asleep next to the rest of his family.

OOC: Continuing the running gag og Narcolepsy, and going to bed at the same time.

[Swith Witherward]

Fortu looked through the papers. "Well thanks and your welcome. There should be a word that means both." he said.

"Cheers", Monique replied. "It fills in for both, I'm pretty sure." She handed him a layout of the casino which had the high-paying slots marked on it.

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Swith put down her crayon and regarded the Bran Fam. "I suppose I can put them all in the guest room?"