Personification Life - IC Part V

[Primordial Luxa]

He nods "Understood, however he terms seem reasonable. I'm just one person and the city is almost 75% dead a few more casualties cant hurt besides if he leaves we don't have to win any war. If He leaves I can destroy the portals and that will force him out forever."

"You'll be dead, so you would be unable to shut the portals," says Larry, walking over to them, "His terms are far from reasonable. He is basically asking to get away from mass murder scot-free. Not even close to a good deal."

"I've taught Bran well, he Insidious and Aegis could do without me, besides I have clones. I don't see how losing a couple billion children is getting away scot free"

[Bone Fort]

"I've taught Bran well, he Insidious and Aegis could do without me, besides I have clones. I don't see how losing a couple billion children is getting away scot free"

"Really now? Losing a couple billion children? And where did that number come from, your ass?"

[The BranRiech]

Kei and bran both shrugged and left to their respective rooms for bed.
OOC: night, my grounding is officially over tomorrow!

[Zarkanians]

The temperature in the lobby dropped three degrees celsius. Water started condensing all across the room, and one patch of floor started actually frosting over, despite the fact that temperatures were nowhere near freezing even after the decrease. After a few seconds, a new challenger appeared(!) at the center of that patch.
To be fair, he wasn't much of a challenger at that moment in time. He was willig to admit that. For one, past-him had forgotten to tell the computer to allow him to age to something reasonable, so he was still stuck in the body of a teenager. He was short, too. And not very muscular, though he'd been working on fixing that lately.
There was also the matter of the hole in his side, which was currently leaking blood like there was no tomorrow.
Remembering that seemed to remind the wound that it was suh-POSED to be painful (gosh!), and suddenly he was on the floor, curled up into a ball and gritting his teeth to avoid screaming, which caused him to make some sort of pathetic whimpering noise instead. Regal, Snow, regal. This'd be a scene to show the faithful back in Zarkanians. The great Lord-Emperor of Tertia, Snowskeeper Ferenczy, felled by some idiot in a gas mask with a rapier. And oh god, please tell him that that's blood and not tears trickling down his face...

[Germanic Templars]

Blythe blushed even deeper. "Thank you for say'n that, Superbia," she said, kissing his cheek and then nuzzling him. "I think I've met my match in good looks, though."

--

"Evening," Swith smiled back. "I think we slept the entire day." She kissed his lips and rested her head against his cheek. "Amazing... no one broke down the door in need of something."

"Not true, besides I doubt anyone can do it as good as you can."

---

"O, well.. That's shocking." *He laughed while looking over at the door. He then thought about Levi and last night.*

[Swith Witherward]

He nods "Understood, however he terms seem reasonable. I'm just one person and the city is almost 75% dead a few more casualties cant hurt besides if he leaves we don't have to win any war. If He leaves I can destroy the portals and that will force him out forever."

Naomi's cheerful face grew serious. "You mean if he lives. It has noting to do with leaving at this point. I get the feeling some people won't see this as a war as much as they'll see it as carrying out justice for the sake of the dead." She drew breath and frowned at the tile on the floor. "I don't know how the other people here will see things, but I don't belong to a touchy feely goodie kind sort of pantheon. The gods don't need to enter the fray personally... pestilence, plague, confusion, manipulation, wrath, blood lust, destruction, chaos, suffering... this is what my pantheon will bring to the table minimum. Your friend isn't going up against pretty little angels and a sense of noble justice. He's going up against a force as chaotic as he his, and as dark, and as brutal. It feeds off the very emotions he's created and is still creating. What's the death of a planet compared to punishing your friend? My role might very well be protecting the building from them. I don't know. I don't know how far it's gone or how much notice they've paid. The only one who could tell me isn't here, and I can't find them."

[Giovenith]

The temperature in the lobby dropped three degrees celsius. Water started condensing all across the room, and one patch of floor started actually frosting over, despite the fact that temperatures were nowhere near freezing even after the decrease. After a few seconds, a new challenger appeared(!) at the center of that patch.
To be fair, he wasn't much of a challenger at that moment in time. He was willig to admit that. For one, past-him had forgotten to tell the computer to allow him to age to something reasonable, so he was still stuck in the body of a teenager. He was short, too. And not very muscular, though he'd been working on fixing that lately.
There was also the matter of the hole in his side, which was currently leaking blood like there was no tomorrow.
Remembering that seemed to remind the wound that it was suh-POSED to be painful (gosh!), and suddenly he was on the floor, curled up into a ball and gritting his teeth to avoid screaming, which caused him to make some sort of pathetic whimpering noise instead. Regal, Snow, regal. This'd be a scene to show the faithful back in Zarkanians. The great Lord-Emperor of Tertia, Snowskeeper Ferenczy, felled by some idiot in a gas mask with a rapier. And oh god, please tell him that that's blood and not tears trickling down his face...

"... Are you okay?" asked Giovenith, staring down at him with her pale in hands.

[Swith Witherward]

"Not true, besides I doubt anyone can do it as good as you can."

---

"O, well.. That's shocking." *He laughed while looking over at the door. He then thought about Levi and last night.*

Blythe smiled and held up one of her amulets, showing him the shiny surface. "They can, and he's right there," she said, pointing out Superbia's reflection.

--

Swith chuckled. "I've probably just jinxed it. Aleki will be pounding down the door any minute, with Naomi and Chi in tow." She kissed his chest. "Penny for your thoughts?"

[Zarkanians]

The temperature in the lobby dropped three degrees celsius. Water started condensing all across the room, and one patch of floor started actually frosting over, despite the fact that temperatures were nowhere near freezing even after the decrease. After a few seconds, a new challenger appeared(!) at the center of that patch.
To be fair, he wasn't much of a challenger at that moment in time. He was willig to admit that. For one, past-him had forgotten to tell the computer to allow him to age to something reasonable, so he was still stuck in the body of a teenager. He was short, too. And not very muscular, though he'd been working on fixing that lately.
There was also the matter of the hole in his side, which was currently leaking blood like there was no tomorrow.
Remembering that seemed to remind the wound that it was suh-POSED to be painful (gosh!), and suddenly he was on the floor, curled up into a ball and gritting his teeth to avoid screaming, which caused him to make some sort of pathetic whimpering noise instead. Regal, Snow, regal. This'd be a scene to show the faithful back in Zarkanians. The great Lord-Emperor of Tertia, Snowskeeper Ferenczy, felled by some idiot in a gas mask with a rapier. And oh god, please tell him that that's blood and not tears trickling down his face...

"... Are you okay?" asked Giovenith, staring down at him with her pale in hands.

"Y-Yeah!" he got out, nearly choking on the words. "I-I think! M-M-Maybe... N-No." The room's temperature was returning to normal, and most of the frost had already been melted by his blood. He tried to stand up, but didn't have enough strength to make it to his feet. He fell, yelping. I swear to gods badass or not I'm going to kill him.

[Primordial Luxa]

"I've taught Bran well, he Insidious and Aegis could do without me, besides I have clones. I don't see how losing a couple billion children is getting away scot free"

"Really now? Losing a couple billion children? And where did that number come from, your ass?"

He turns to Larry "Are you the one who's read up on this guy? Leng contains an infinite number of beings all of whom will be affect by this, gate closure. After it closes the over population will be cubed one way or another"

He nods "Understood, however he terms seem reasonable. I'm just one person and the city is almost 75% dead a few more casualties cant hurt besides if he leaves we don't have to win any war. If He leaves I can destroy the portals and that will force him out forever."

Naomi's cheerful face grew serious. "You mean if he lives. It has noting to do with leaving at this point. I get the feeling some people won't see this as a war as much as they'll see it as carrying out justice for the sake of the dead." She drew breath and frowned at the tile on the floor. "I don't know how the other people here will see things, but I don't belong to a touchy feely goodie kind sort of pantheon. The gods don't need to enter the fray personally... pestilence, plague, confusion, manipulation, wrath, blood lust, destruction, chaos, suffering... this is what my pantheon will bring to the table minimum. Your friend isn't going up against pretty little angels and a sense of noble justice. He's going up against a force as chaotic as he his, and as dark, and as brutal. It feeds off the very emotions he's created and is still creating. What's the death of a planet compared to punishing your friend? My role might very well be protecting the building from them. I don't know. I don't know how far it's gone or how much notice they've paid. The only one who could tell me isn't here, and I can't find them."

"Hes an Old Ones, you'd need to annihilate every creature with the ability to become insane from every dimension in order to kill him, Besides the Lovecraft pantheon would never engage in a god war. I'm inclined to sympathize with this guy hes not only losing his citezens, hes losing face with his own gods and is now being threatened with war because the crawling chaos wanted a clock."

[Torsiedelle]

"Torii, calm down!"
"No! I can't believe you lost the leg! That bastard is gonna pay for it!"
"Torii...."

.....


Torii was storming through the lobby in full combat gear.

[Swith Witherward]

"Hes an Old Ones, you'd need to annihilate every creature with the ability to become insane from every dimension in order to kill him, Besides the Lovecraft pantheon would never engage in a god war. I'm inclined to sympathize with this guy hes not only losing his citezens, hes losing face with his own gods and is now being threatened with war because the crawling chaos wanted a clock."

"Why annihilate them when we could corrupt them to our own use?" Naomi said. The talk was making her uncomfortable. She never wanted to acknowledge what she came from or what it was. She loathed that aspect of her being. She pushed her mind back to the Soul Meadow, blocking out horrible knowledge. "No, go, you don't belong in my head," she mumbled to herself with her eyes closed tightly.

She took a cleansing breath, and her cheerful face returned. "They just want him gone. He can go elsewhere, but he refuses to budge. I can't help him sort his problems with the one who tricked him. That's just not my place."

[Germanic Templars]

"Not true, besides I doubt anyone can do it as good as you can."

---

"O, well.. That's shocking." *He laughed while looking over at the door. He then thought about Levi and last night.*

Blythe smiled and held up one of her amulets, showing him the shiny surface. "They can, and he's right there," she said, pointing out Superbia's reflection.

--

Swith chuckled. "I've probably just jinxed it. Aleki will be pounding down the door any minute, with Naomi and Chi in tow." She kissed his chest. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh well, um, erm.. Hehe.." *He was lost in words but was trying to think of something to say.*

---

"Doubt it, possibly busy with something, never tell with him. Well besides the fact you're a great person that I love, there was Levi who tried to get in on the action last night.. Don't worry I took care of him."

[Primordial Luxa]

"Hes an Old Ones, you'd need to annihilate every creature with the ability to become insane from every dimension in order to kill him, Besides the Lovecraft pantheon would never engage in a god war. I'm inclined to sympathize with this guy hes not only losing his citezens, hes losing face with his own gods and is now being threatened with war because the crawling chaos wanted a clock."

"Why annihilate them when we could corrupt them to our own use?" Naomi said. The talk was making her uncomfortable. She never wanted to acknowledge what she came from or what it was. She loathed that aspect of her being. She pushed her mind back to the Soul Meadow, blocking out horrible knowledge. "No, go, you don't belong in my head," she mumbled to herself with her eyes closed tightly.

She took a cleansing breath, and her cheerful face returned. "They just want him gone. He can go elsewhere, but he refuses to budge. I can't help him sort his problems with the one who tricked him. That's just not my place."

"And from what you've said his willing to leave as long as you kill me his whole 'let the city decide' thing dosent matter because well have shut down the portal before anything happens"

[Bone Fort]

"Mr. Curse, so far Leng has done nothing but kill and torment innocents with little to no provocation. They are a violent, evil society that has done too much wrong to simply be allowed to walk away unharmed, constantly picking on the weak and helpless. Every time they got away with it because their victims weren't able to fight back. Well, this time they've picked the wrong fight. We've sat back and let this happen for far too long."

Larry cracks his neck, his head bending to the side at an inhuman angle.

"Needless to say, this means war."

[Primordial Luxa]

"Mr. Curse, so far Leng has done nothing but kill and torment innocents with little to no provocation. They are a violent, evil society that has done too much wrong to simply be allowed to walk away unharmed, constantly picking on the weak and helpless. Every time they got away with it because their victims weren't able to fight back. Well, this time they've picked the wrong fight. We've sat back and let this happen for far too long."

Larry cracks his neck, his head bending to the side at an inhuman angle.

"Needless to say, this means war."

Primordial gives him a strange look "Aren't you a chaos avatar?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Oh well, um, erm.. Hehe.." *He was lost in words but was trying to think of something to say.*

---

"Doubt it, possibly busy with something, never tell with him. Well besides the fact you're a great person that I love, there was Levi who tried to get in on the action last night.. Don't worry I took care of him."

"Come on then," Blythe smiled, "Let's find something to do. How about a tour of hell?"

--

"New matrix, first time... not with Levi," Swith chuckled and rolled onto her back. "What are we going to do with him? Were you going to make him a body?"

--

"Darn straight we're shutting down those portal things," Naomi muttered. She glanced over at Larry, unsure if she should acknowledge him or not. She opted to bite a hangnail instead.

[Bone Fort]

Primordial gives him a strange look "Aren't you a chaos avatar?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

[Primordial Luxa]

Primordial gives him a strange look "Aren't you a chaos avatar?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Well then no offense. But your calling the kettle black, I don't really see your kind as fighting against something thats helping your cause and I certainly don't see you sticking you neck out for the innocent. Unless i'm mistaken."

[Primordial Luxa]

"Oh well, um, erm.. Hehe.." *He was lost in words but was trying to think of something to say.*

---

"Doubt it, possibly busy with something, never tell with him. Well besides the fact you're a great person that I love, there was Levi who tried to get in on the action last night.. Don't worry I took care of him."

"Come on then," Blythe smiled, "Let's find something to do. How about a tour of hell?"

--

"New matrix, first time... not with Levi," Swith chuckled and rolled onto her back. "What are we going to do with him? Were you going to make him a body?"

--

"Darn straight we're shutting down those portal things," Naomi muttered. She glanced over at Larry, unsure if she should acknowledge him or not. She opted to bite a hangnail instead.

"Thank you, I assume he wants my body?"

[Giovenith]

"... Are you okay?" asked Giovenith, staring down at him with her pale in hands.

"Y-Yeah!" he got out, nearly choking on the words. "I-I think! M-M-Maybe... N-No." The room's temperature was returning to normal, and most of the frost had already been melted by his blood. He tried to stand up, but didn't have enough strength to make it to his feet. He fell, yelping. I swear to gods badass or not I'm going to kill him.

"You're not okay!" she insisted, setting aside the pale and helping him up. "Come on, we have bandaids in the bathroom..."

[Bone Fort]

"Well then no offense. But your calling the kettle black, I don't really see your kind as fighting against something thats helping your cause and I certainly don't see you sticking you neck out for the innocent. Unless i'm mistaken."

"You are. Chaos is an odd thing."

[Germanic Templars]

"Oh well, um, erm.. Hehe.." *He was lost in words but was trying to think of something to say.*

---

"Doubt it, possibly busy with something, never tell with him. Well besides the fact you're a great person that I love, there was Levi who tried to get in on the action last night.. Don't worry I took care of him."

"Come on then," Blythe smiled, "Let's find something to do. How about a tour of hell?"

--

"New matrix, first time... not with Levi," Swith chuckled and rolled onto her back. "What are we going to do with him? Were you going to make him a body?"

"Hell? Well... We could do that another time, still not wholly ready to visit Hell again."

---

"I was going to do so, but first I need to add on some restrictions onto it."

[Primordial Luxa]

"Well then no offense. But your calling the kettle black, I don't really see your kind as fighting against something thats helping your cause and I certainly don't see you sticking you neck out for the innocent. Unless i'm mistaken."

"You are. Chaos is an odd thing."

"Granted"

[Swith Witherward]

"Well then no offense. But your calling the kettle black, I don't really see your kind as fighting against something thats helping your cause and I certainly don't see you sticking you neck out for the innocent. Unless i'm mistaken."

"You are. Chaos is an odd thing."

Naomi nodded at these words.

"Yes, he does want your dead body, Primordial."