Personification Life - IC Part V

[Swith Witherward]

*He wrapped a wing around her and started to playfully pat her with it.*

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"He's on his way now. And by sonic you mean a weapon on where sound waves themselves do damage? Yea we have a gun like that but we never or rarely use it for multiple reasons."

Blythe laughed harder and spat out a feather. She peered at him over the wing. "Can you fly with these?

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"Yes, damaging sound," Sutra said. "Our soldiers carry these devices and their armor is likewise equipped. Hasn't Swith told you about that?"

[Germanic Templars]

*He wrapped a wing around her and started to playfully pat her with it.*

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"He's on his way now. And by sonic you mean a weapon on where sound waves themselves do damage? Yea we have a gun like that but we never or rarely use it for multiple reasons."

Blythe laughed harder and spat out a feather. She peered at him over the wing. "Can you fly with these?

--

"Yes, damaging sound," Sutra said. "Our soldiers carry these devices and their armor is likewise equipped. Hasn't Swith told you about that?"

"I did it during the fight didn't I?"

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"Not really. We never talked much about military stuff."

[Swith Witherward]

Blythe laughed harder and spat out a feather. She peered at him over the wing. "Can you fly with these?

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"Yes, damaging sound," Sutra said. "Our soldiers carry these devices and their armor is likewise equipped. Hasn't Swith told you about that?"

"I did it during the fight didn't I?"

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"Not really. We never talked much about military stuff."

"I thought perhaps you used a power to hover," she said. "I... we, those like me... can't actually fly, you see. We can hover and our wings assist in stability but that's not their intention."

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"Swith was once our biological weapons developer. At least until she asked for freedom to roam. I'm surprised she hasn't talked about them with you, considering your people use them."

[Germanic Templars]

"I did it during the fight didn't I?"

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"Not really. We never talked much about military stuff."

"I thought perhaps you used a power to hover," she said. "I... we, those like me... can't actually fly, you see. We can hover and our wings assist in stability but that's not their intention."

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"Swith was once our biological weapons developer. At least until she asked for freedom to roam. I'm surprised she hasn't talked about them with you, considering your people use them."

"Well war is a dirty job." "Here I am kaiser. You called for me?"*He asked.*

[Swith Witherward]

"Well war is a dirty job." "Here I am kaiser. You called for me?"*He asked.*

The Swith-lookalike cocked her head at Barox. "You fashioned this weapon, yes? Would you please play it for me, if you do not mind?"

[Germanic Templars]

"Well war is a dirty job." "Here I am kaiser. You called for me?"*He asked.*

The Swith-lookalike cocked her head at Barox. "You fashioned this weapon, yes? Would you please play it for me, if you do not mind?"

"Umm..." "NO!" *He shouted from the highest part of the gun* "Oh relax, he's not using it to charge up the shot, just for show.." "Oh fine, but if one cog something like that falls, i'm giving up on fixing and the man will do it himself." *He quickly rushed over to the instrument and took his seat. He cracked his knuckles and began to play the only song he knows by heart.*

"Well, hey everything on the body has a purpose, it's for that purpose we must use it. These wings were meant to fly, and I guess be soft." *he gave another soft brush across her face.*

[Swith Witherward]

"Umm..." "NO!" *He shouted from the highest part of the gun* "Oh relax, he's not using it to charge up the shot, just for show.." "Oh fine, but if one cog something like that falls, i'm giving up on fixing and the man will do it himself." *He quickly rushed over to the instrument and took his seat. He cracked his knuckles and began to play the only song he knows by heart.*

"Well, hey everything on the body has a purpose, it's for that purpose we must use it. These wings were meant to fly, and I guess be soft." *he gave another soft brush across her face.*

Sutra listened, fascinated by the sound. She was unfamiliar with mankind in general and the song was new to her. She swayed in time with the music, and decided it was a good song, bless the composer. She applauded Barox when he was finished. "Swith must have fallen in love with your people's ingenuity and taste in music," Sutra concluded to Thriller. "Where can I get a recording of this?

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Blythe sighed and wrapped herself in Lucius wing. "Everything in Heaven must be fluffy," she said.

[Cerillium]

Ceril stood in the kitchen. Ogoti was still asleep on the couch. The refrigerator and cabinets were devoid of food.

Fuck. I'm starving.

He considered going back to Chaos. He could always raid the kitchen there.

[Swith Witherward]

Ceril stood in the kitchen. Ogoti was still asleep on the couch. The refrigerator and cabinets were devoid of food.

Fuck. I'm starving.

He considered going back to Chaos. He could always raid the kitchen there.

Naomi came up the stairs, slightly slumped and saddened for Fortu's sake. She glanced up at Ceril and felt at least a hundred pounds of emotion weight melt away.

"Well hullo, stranger!" She wrapped him in a hug.

[Cerillium]

He sighed. It felt good to hold her.

"Busy day, Little One?" he kissed her forehead.

[Swith Witherward]

He sighed. It felt good to hold her.

"Busy day, Little One?" he kissed her forehead.

"And then some!" she laughed. "Five weeks for you, a few hours for me. If you weren't immortal, you'd be dead." She turned to make him something to eat and realized all the food was gone.

"What the f*ck? Ceril!"

[Cerillium]

He pointed to Ogoti's fat ass hanging over the edge of the couch.

"I thought they would have left by now. She planning to have the baby here?"

[Swith Witherward]

He pointed to Ogoti's fat ass hanging over the edge of the couch.

"I thought they would have left by now. She planning to have the baby here?"

"Noooo," she said. "She went and healed Dani, and now she's drained so she's sleeping. She's huge. She didn't say anything, but I think there's more than one, if you know what I mean. I didn't even realize Ogoti was here. I guess Thriller's giving Sumati... now Sutra... a tour of the building. And I have no idea where Minerva got to. She brought back Monique this morning."

Naomi yawned. "I've had the neatest time. I visited Neil and Gretta, and saw their chicks. I even got to feed Robert. Omgod, Ceril... they are so cute. I wish you could'a seen them! They squeak and hop and run around. So adorable! I guess I should go shopping?"

[Cerillium]

"Sutra's here? Lovely. Just lovely. She hasn't killed Thriller?"

He sat down at the table. His stomach growled. "I ran into Rachelle today. Future Rachelle. She's eighteen. Her parents know she's here now. She says she'll leave after she sees Swith's offspring. I'll drag her ass back if I have to. I doubt Swith knows she's here."

He fiddled with the napkin holder. "Grocery shopping. Let's do that after Ogoti leaves, M'kay? How about dinner?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Sutra's here? Lovely. Just lovely. She hasn't killed Thriller?"

He sat down at the table. His stomach growled. "I ran into Rachelle today. Future Rachelle. She's eighteen. Her parents know she's here now. She says she'll leave after she sees Swith's offspring. I'll drag her ass back if I have to. I doubt Swith knows she's here."

He fiddled with the napkin holder. "Grocery shopping. Let's do that after Ogoti leaves, M'kay? How about dinner?"

"Rachelle told her parents she was here? What an idiot," Naomi snorted. "Well, I'm sure the timeline branched the moment she arrived, and it'll just keep branching if she starts telling people their future. Why do mortals f*ck with time, Ceril? Why are they stupid enough to visit themselves? And yes... dinner would be lovely, but I'm tired of Chaos. Got a better place in mind? Oh, and Sutra likes Thriller. She thinks Swith made a good choice."

[Cerillium]

"She's even visited with herself. I think Sutra will be busy."

He gave dinner thought. "Little One, how about Paris? 2060's? You, me, a bottle of wine in a nice cabaret tucked down some cozy avenue?"

[Swith Witherward]

"She's even visited with herself. I think Sutra will be busy."

He gave dinner thought. "Little One, how about Paris? 2060's? You, me, a bottle of wine in a nice cabaret tucked down some cozy avenue?"

"What the f*ck?" Naomi paled. "You'd think she'd remember paradox?" She sighed. "No to Paris. I'm too tired. What about a nice meal in some modern city?"

[Cerillium]

"She's only eighteen. Sutra will fix it. If not, I'm sure Swith's cloned her?"

He stood up and pushed his chair in. "Primanti's on 18th street? You love their salads."

[Swith Witherward]

"She's only eighteen. Sutra will fix it. If not, I'm sure Swith's cloned her?"

He stood up and pushed his chair in. "Primanti's on 18th street? You love their salads."

Naomi's mouth began to water. "Oh, I love their salads." Her stomach growled. "But after that, bed. I need sleep." She giggled and added "Amongst other things..."

[Cerillium]

Ceril laughed. "I love the way you love other things. I'm up for that."

He held out his arm and escorted her to the lobby. They faded into the night. Destination: Pittsburgh 2013.

(OOC: good night Swithers)

[Swith Witherward]

Ceril laughed. "I love the way you love other things. I'm up for that."

He held out his arm and escorted her to the lobby. They faded into the night. Destination: Pittsburgh 2013.

(OOC: good night Swithers)

Naomi was soon rejoicing over a capicola and cheese sandwich, minus the fries on top. She smiled at Ceril, and blushed a bit at the thought of a romp later that night.

OOC: you know what? I just looked. No fucking salads anymore. WTF???

[Cerillium]

(OOC: what? No, you gotta be kidding me.)

[Tiltjuice]

Chrys and Dia circled one another, both wearing pads, gloves, and clear faceguards. Dia threw a straight right backed by a tremendous amount of strength, but Chrys merely slid backward and to the left, trapping his forearm and yanking firmly downward. She started to bring the hard edge of her left hand down on his elbow, but he pulled his arm backward, jolting her toward him. At the same time, he snapped his head down, trying to knock her out. His attack also failed as she let go with both hands and sprawled out flat on the floor, then jumped up and drove her elbow into his thigh. It went numb and he half-stood, half-crouched on his right knee...all in the space of 15 seconds.

He held out his hand palm down, then splayed out his fingers, and she grinned in response. "That'll teach you to underestimate me. Again." She helped him up and draped his arm over her shoulders. Both of them began stripping off their sparring gear as they headed to the showers.

[The BranRiech]

Not unused to the idea of finding a note left for her, Kei reappeared in the lobby and examined the small post-it from the city officials. She cumpled it up and ate the thing, a habit she needed to break, and left for the Town hall in a sleek car that had just pulled up the moment she hit a button.

[New Aksarben]

Jacob wandered around the Building after waking up from a long nap. He wandered into the communal kitchen to get some breakfast.