Personification Life - IC Part V

[Tiltjuice]

Dora slid, not completely quietly, back into Naomi's apartment. Pausing to take in the ravaged common area, she decided not to touch that subject. There was a certain smell she was quite familiar with.

Going into the first room she found, she hopped up onto the washing machine, rolled her uniform jacket up, and lay down, using it as a pillow.

[Bone Fort]

Griselda blocked his way back. Glaring angrily at him for ignoring her.

The man stared down at her.

"Yes?"

[Monfrox]

Griselda blocked his way back. Glaring angrily at him for ignoring her.

The man stared down at her.

"Yes?"

She continued to glare and stepped forward. "What were you going to tell us?" She asked. Her nametape was in full view.

[Bone Fort]

She continued to glare and stepped forward. "What were you going to tell us?" She asked. Her nametape was in full view.

"I was pretty much going to say a little more vague bullshit that answers none of your questions and only foreshadows a bit, then disappear mysteriously. So if you don't mind..."

[Monfrox]

She continued to glare and stepped forward. "What were you going to tell us?" She asked. Her nametape was in full view.

"I was pretty much going to say a little more vague bullshit that answers none of your questions and only foreshadows a bit, then disappear mysteriously. So if you don't mind..."

She gripped his shoulder. "Oh no, please. That vague bullshit is what adds character development. You wouldn't want to leave without that chance going to waste, now would you?" Her smile that she wore could've been taken as either sweet, sadistic, or both.

[Swith Witherward]

Swith raised her eyebrow.

[Bone Fort]

She gripped his shoulder. "Oh no, please. That vague bullshit is what adds character development. You wouldn't want to leave without that chance going to waste, now would you?" Her smile that she wore could've been taken as either sweet, sadistic, or both.

He grabbed her arm that was on his shoulder, crushing it in a vice like grip. The eyeholes in his mask started glowing.

"Do not mistake me for a conjuror of cheap tricks, little girl. Move it or lose it."

[Monfrox]

She gripped his shoulder. "Oh no, please. That vague bullshit is what adds character development. You wouldn't want to leave without that chance going to waste, now would you?" Her smile that she wore could've been taken as either sweet, sadistic, or both.

He grabbed her arm that was on his shoulder, crushing it in a vice like grip. The eyeholes in his mask started glowing.

"Do not mistake me for a conjuror of cheap tricks, little girl. Move it or lose it."

Griselda's hand was not as weak as the man thought, and held it's structure with minor fractures. Her smiled widened when she took her rifle and point blanked the man in the stomach, using the recoil and twisting her hand out. The strange man, if he was at all normal, would only feel pain and bleed for a little bit before the blood would revert and the wound would reverse itself. Griselda had put in literal non-lethal bullets that when shot at anything other than a being like herself, would have the initial wounds heal themselves. It was for pure enjoyment, rather than to any actual use. Of course, the proceeding would've only happened if her bullet pierced through the man's outer skin. She slung her rifle over her shoulder and walked towards the building, satisfied with herself.

[Swith Witherward]

Griselda's hand was not as weak as the man thought, and held it's structure with minor fractures. Her smiled widened when she took her rifle and point blanked the man in the stomach, using the recoil and twisting her hand out. The strange man, if he was at all normal, would only feel pain and bleed for a little bit before the blood would revert and the wound would reverse itself. Griselda had put in literal non-lethal bullets that when shot at anything other than a being like herself, would have the initial wounds heal themselves. It was for pure enjoyment, rather than to any actual use. Of course, the proceeding would've only happened if her bullet pierced through the man's outer skin. She slung her rifle over her shoulder and walked towards the building, satisfied with herself.

Griselda felts a stabbing pain and then knew no more. Unconscious perhaps, or possibly dead, Swith didn't care.

"I hate it when people f*ck with innocents," Swith muttered, lowering her bolter.

[Bone Fort]

If he was hurt by the shot, he didn't show it. He calmly put one hand on Griselda's head. It began to glow as he tore out her soul, leaving the empty body to fall to the ground. He studied the glowing ball of light in his hand that was her soul.

"And now the stakes have been raised."

Or at least, that's what played out in his head as he watched Swith gun her down.

"Damn, so much for that... Thank you though, daughter of She Who Thirsts. One less pest to deal with. Annoying creature at that."

[Swith Witherward]

If he was hurt by the shot, he didn't show it. He calmly put one hand on Griselda's head. It began to glow as he tore out her soul, leaving the empty body to fall to the ground. He studied the glowing ball of light in his hand that was her soul.

"And now the stakes have been raised."

Or at least, that's what played out in his head as he watched Swith gun her down.

"Damn, so much for that... Thank you though, daughter of She Who Thirsts. One less pest to deal with. Annoying creature at that."

"I didn't aim to kill," Swith said truthfully. "You did try to walk away twice. It annoys me that you don't answer questions, but I'm interested in your game whatever it may be. In repayment, at least tell me your name."

[Bone Fort]

"I didn't aim to kill," Swith said truthfully. "You did try to walk away twice. It annoys me that you don't answer questions, but I'm interested in your game whatever it may be. In repayment, at least tell me your name."

"I am known as the Malevolent Messenger... but please, call me Larry."

[Swith Witherward]

"I am known as the Malevolent Messenger... but please, call me Larry."

"Larry," Swith said. She repeated the name a few more times and then nodded. "Unusual but it works. I'm Swith in this dimension, although I'm certain you already knew that."

[Bone Fort]

"Yes, I already knew that. I did my homework... Anyway, good day."

He walked off.

[Swith Witherward]

Swith watched him leave, even more curious about him. She glanced over at the Dreadnought and dropped a sphere over it. "Trophy," she muttered. It would grace her hall in tribute to Bran's killing it with a RPG. She felt it was fitting.

She walked over to Melonie Griselda and bent down to check on her. The hit wasn't lethal, but the girl seemed to be out cold. She scooped her up and then retrieved the sleeping Bran, carrying both into the building and wincing a bit from where her own damaged armor was wedged into the tissue of her chest.

"Must ask Thriller to pull it out," she said as she stepped into the lobby. It would take his mech strength to bend it back.

[Cerillium]

Ceril entered the lobby and checked the mail. He stuck the key in his mailbox and paused.

"The fuck?"

He approached Swith. "Armor? Eviscerator? Bolter? Leading your pink CSMs to glorious battle against the Imperium of Man?"

He lowered his voice and hissed, "Does the Emperor know?"

[Swith Witherward]

Ceril entered the lobby and checked the mail. He stuck the key in his mailbox and paused.

"The fuck?"

He approached Swith. "Armor? Eviscerator? Bolter? Leading your pink CSMs to glorious battle against the Imperium of Man?"

He lowered his voice and hissed, "Does the Emperor know?"

"Yes, I decided to crush the Emperor, which is why he's standing outside in his mech suit and about to help me yank my armor out of my chest," she snorted. "We were helping Bran regain control of a hijacked ship. I even picked up a possible commissar. Do you think you could help me with these two people?"

[Cerillium]

He looked at the man. "I don't do tuck ins," he took the girl from Swith. "They injured badly?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Bran's fast asleep, the narcoleptic he is. I shot the girl," she said, and then told him the story of the ship, their return, and the final moments. "I kept the mech, though. I'm going to make it into a memorial for Bran. And speaking of Bran, I need to put him to bed. I'll be back."

She trotted down the stairs and let herself into the bomb shelter, then peeled him out of his armor and tucked him in next to Rylli. "Night, Bran muffin," she said, kissing his forehead. "Sweet dreams."

She headed back up the stairs.

[Cerillium]

Ceril carried the girl upstairs to the Monfroxian hall. He found her room and left her there.

"This Larry," he said as he came down the stairs, "don't you think it's odd he showed up when he did?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Yes, I think it's odd. The timing was too opportune. There we are, in our gear... and there's a mech just primed and ready to tackle us? I'm looking forward to his game," she said. "He's done more than just capture my curiosity."

She yawned. "Naomi was wandering around for a while, but I think she'd gone to bed. I'm going to get Thriller. He promised to help with my armor. Goodnight!" She went back outside and approached Thriller, and waited patiently for him to help her out.

--

Naomi was fast asleep, having fed Meep, checked on the kids, tucked Dora in... and cleaned up the living room some.

--

Blythe finished her meal. "You know, that was excellent. I should come here more often. And now.. we really shouldn't leave Feathers passed out in the lobby."

[Cerillium]

Ceril waved as she left. He was exhausted. He grabbed the mail and took it downstairs.

The apartment was occupied by guests again. He didn't mind. He went upstairs.

Naomi was asleep. He pulled her next to him and fell into his own dreams.

[Germanic Templars]

"Yes, I think it's odd. The timing was too opportune. There we are, in our gear... and there's a mech just primed and ready to tackle us? I'm looking forward to his game," she said. "He's done more than just capture my curiosity."

She yawned. "Naomi was wandering around for a while, but I think she'd gone to bed. I'm going to get Thriller. He promised to help with my armor. Goodnight!" She went back outside and approached Thriller, and waited patiently for him to help her out.

--

Blythe finished her meal. "You know, that was excellent. I should come here more often. And now.. we really shouldn't leave Feathers passed out in the lobby."

-inside Thriller's mind- *Apparently even an A.I could fall asleep. This is so for M.A.I seemed to have curled up and fell asleep in her work station, leaving Thriller to maintain side things. While working, he received a notification about a nearby person, that person was Swith. He dropped what he was doing and went back to his contral station.*-outside- "Oh, hey there, sorry to keep you waiting, M.A.I fell asleep on me."

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"Oh he's fine, like he could use the awakening."

[The BranRiech]

"Ugh." Bran mumbled, being prodded awake by a restored Kei. The empress was standing over his bed happily. "I'm making your family breakfast this morning." She promised, wearing a dirty smock, indicating that she was trying by hand to cook.

The two then woke the rest of the family and went upstairs.

[Primordial Luxa]

Primordial Insidious and Ageis are in there lab.

Inmates are running wild all over the city

Byakhee are flying in swarms ripping apart anything with a pulse

The Bilzzards center is visible from the roof

The Flame of Scarn has grow to almost twenty stories tall.

Something has killed everyone on the west side and the inmates fear it.

Over a mile of corpse surrounds the theater.

All are worth investigating

THIS IS ACT 2