Personification Life - IC Part VII [open]

[New Aksarben]

The girl then, at supernatural speeds, shot forward towards Jacob, but stopped right at his feet. The girls robes mended themselves into a black dress and corset. The girl levitated into the air and floated in circles around him. Several shadow-children started dancing around him, following her.

"Greetings, Mortal. I finally manifest myself upon this new settlement of Bellefield, my old city having met an unfortunate fate. Tell me, is this the residence of a mortal named "Nikanor"?"

"You mean Bran? Yeah he lives here." Jacob said with a nod. He didn't seemed phased at all by the strange girl that was levitating and the shadow children. "and I am technically not mortal. I'm a personification of my nation, and as long as it exists, I do. My name is Jacob by the way. I personify the nation of Aksarben. Who are you?" He asked with a kind smile.

[Swith Witherward]

"I apologize M'lord, the Night Lords' love of deep strikes and terror tactics pleases both the gods of War and Knowledge, and hence led to my mutations. Under you priestess however, I have been converted if to say, if my modified armor signifies any sign of servitude." Volturius surprisingly noted with a humble attitude before happily receiving the two that exited another portal.

"Any work assigned by a Chaos God, let alone my patron, is to be happily received, especially with you transporting Tipper. If I may ask, why the rather... conservative appearance and persona?"

"What Mankind knows about us and what we actually are are two different things. This avatar of me, which I call Charumati or Swith, is here to experience life. I choose to remain cloaked. Our time isn't now. Things must unfold in time as they had in order for things to be as they are when we are at the height of our power. We nudge things ever so slightly to that goal.

"You'll find my current form, and the choices I make, disappointing because it'll unsettle your notions of what I am. Good. It means I've blended well. But any charlatan could pick your brain for knowledge. I can't ask you to trust blindly. So..."

She looked around the roof and momentarily blocked the area from prying eyes before manifesting Its true form. It towered above them, radiating Its power for a brief two seconds before concealing itself within Swith's matrix once more.

"All four of my brothers are here as well. I include 'Malice' in that count. Be on guard," Swith said.

[Torsiedelle]

The girl then, at supernatural speeds, shot forward towards Jacob, but stopped right at his feet. The girls robes mended themselves into a black dress and corset. The girl levitated into the air and floated in circles around him. Several shadow-children started dancing around him, following her.

"Greetings, Mortal. I finally manifest myself upon this new settlement of Bellefield, my old city having met an unfortunate fate. Tell me, is this the residence of a mortal named "Nikanor"?"

"You mean Bran? Yeah he lives here." Jacob said with a nod. He didn't seemed phased at all by the strange girl that was levitating and the shadow children. "and I am technically not mortal. I'm a personification of my nation, and as long as it exists, I do. My name is Jacob by the way. I personify the nation of Aksarben. Who are you?" He asked with a kind smile.

"I am Morrigan, daughter of Robert, founder of the city of Vafflheim. Pleased to meet you, sir."

She held out a hand to shake.

[Erucia]

"What do you want to know? The culture, the land, or what?" Albert replied as he stepped into the elevator.

"I want to know about a little of everything," Ray said as he stepped into the elevator, with his voice changing into a more serious tone. He pressed the garage button on the elevator's floor panel.

[Cerillium]

"Aw fuck." Ceril stood in the doorway leading onto the roof and scrutinized the newest arrivals. The old cyborg ambled up to Swith and leaned over.

"Thatsa' Raptor."

"Tipper?" said the woman next to Volurius.

"Aaand, that's, yeah. I know her. Have either of them been through the courses yet?"

Tipper glared at his fuzzy outline and squinted. Her mouth opened into an 'O' and she laughed. "Tipper knows you. From before the before?"

"Yes, before the before, Tipper."

"Thaddeus!" She risked Swith's wrath and hugged the old cyborg.

"Good to see you too, Tip," he chuckled before gently guiding her back to the Raptor's side.

[AETEN II]

"I apologize M'lord, the Night Lords' love of deep strikes and terror tactics pleases both the gods of War and Knowledge, and hence led to my mutations. Under you priestess however, I have been converted if to say, if my modified armor signifies any sign of servitude." Volturius surprisingly noted with a humble attitude before happily receiving the two that exited another portal.

"Any work assigned by a Chaos God, let alone my patron, is to be happily received, especially with you transporting Tipper. If I may ask, why the rather... conservative appearance and persona?"

"What Mankind knows about us and what we actually are are two different things. This avatar of me, which I call Charumati or Swith, is here to experience life. I choose to remain cloaked. Our time isn't now. Things must unfold in time as they had in order for things to be as they are when we are at the height of our power. We nudge things ever so slightly to that goal.

"You'll find my current form, and the choices I make, disappointing because it'll unsettle your notions of what I am. Good. It means I've blended well. But any charlatan could pick your brain for knowledge. I can't ask you to trust blindly. So..."

She looked around the roof and momentarily blocked the area from prying eyes before manifesting Its true form. It towered above them, radiating Its power for a brief two seconds before concealing itself within Swith's matrix once more.

"All four of my brothers are here as well. I include 'Malice' in that count. Be on guard," Swith said.

"Yes M'lord(ess?)." Volturius muttered as he was dazed for a bit at taking a glipse directly at an Eldritch Abomination and retaining any sanity he still had. Of course, he did fly through the Immaterium without a Geller field, so it was quite likely his brain was scrambled beyond minor mind fuckery.

"That nutjob is HERE? Malice? And there are still life forms beyond microbes on Terra? M'lordess(?), what exactly did you and the three do to the abomination? Otherwise my faith does not waver and I do not question your actions besides allowing for the continued existence of that thing. But passing over the subject, orders? Enlightenment on any current plan that I would be allowed to know?" Volturius questioned Swith, now standing up from his previous stoop.

[New Aksarben]

"You mean Bran? Yeah he lives here." Jacob said with a nod. He didn't seemed phased at all by the strange girl that was levitating and the shadow children. "and I am technically not mortal. I'm a personification of my nation, and as long as it exists, I do. My name is Jacob by the way. I personify the nation of Aksarben. Who are you?" He asked with a kind smile.

"I am Morrigan, daughter of Robert, founder of the city of Vafflheim. Pleased to meet you, sir."

She held out a hand to shake.

Jacob shook her hand. "Pleased to meet you as well!" Jacob said. "Daughter of the old city's founder? If I'm not being too rude, you obviously aren't quite human, so what are you exactly?"

---

"What do you want to know? The culture, the land, or what?" Albert replied as he stepped into the elevator.

"I want to know about a little of everything," Ray said as he stepped into the elevator, with his voice changing into a more serious tone. He pressed the garage button on the elevator's floor panel.

"Well, The climate is varied, similar to North America's. There are the Sandhill Mountains to the East and South, the Western see if in the obvious direction it should be, and we are bordered by the nation of Bruginstein to the south by land. The Commonwealth of Minatross is our nearest neighbor by Sea as well. The culture is a lot like Rome's, and Latin is our national language, bellus vulpes meus." He grinned as he said the last part in Latin. "What else do you wish to know?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Yes M'lord(ess?)." Volturius muttered as he was dazed for a bit at taking a glipse directly at an Eldritch Abomination and retaining any sanity he still had. Of course, he did fly through the Immaterium without a Geller field, so it was quite likely his brain was scrambled beyond minor mind fuckery.

"That nutjob is HERE? Malice? And there are still life forms beyond microbes on Terra? M'lordess(?), what exactly did you and the three do to the abomination? Otherwise my faith does not waver and I do not question your actions besides allowing for the continued existence of that thing. But passing over the subject, orders? Enlightenment on any current plan that I would be allowed to know?" Volturius questioned Swith, now standing up from his previous stoop.

"Malice and I have a nice working relationship in this time period," she replied lightly. "And if you can't call me by Swith, then M'Lady will do. This body is female."

She looked at Ceril and raised an eyebrow. "No, I pretty much just yanked them from where they were. I thought he was a daemon. He felt feathery. Meh. He needs an apartment, and I really need these crates brought to Chaos. Take Blythe with you. And not a word of this to Atosh."

She smiled at the Raptor. "Good evening, Volturius and Tipper." She nodded to both and then left to collect the twins and set up the apartment so Thriller could relax.

[Torsiedelle]

"Human? Not anymore. A Banshee, I am, meant to warn others if their deaths, so that they may not suffer a fate such as mine."

Morrigan floated up to the ceiling.

[New Aksarben]

"Human? Not anymore. A Banshee, I am, meant to warn others if their deaths, so that they may not suffer a fate such as mine."

Morrigan floated up to the ceiling.

"And what happened to you exactly?" Jacob asked as he looked up at the banshee.

[Torsiedelle]

"Human? Not anymore. A Banshee, I am, meant to warn others if their deaths, so that they may not suffer a fate such as mine."

Morrigan floated up to the ceiling.

"And what happened to you exactly?" Jacob asked as he looked up at the banshee.

"Morrigan, Morrigan, raped and killed, boyfriend hung, whole town mourned.", A shadow-child sang. Morrigan nodded.

[Cerillium]

"Malice and I have a nice working relationship in this time period," she replied lightly. "And if you can't call me by Swith, then M'Lady will do. This body is female."

She looked at Ceril and raised an eyebrow. "No, I pretty much just yanked them from where they were. I thought he was a daemon. He felt feathery. Meh. He needs an apartment, and I really need these crates brought to Chaos. Take Blythe with you. And not a word of this to Atosh."

She smiled at the Raptor. "Good evening, Volturius and Tipper." She nodded to both and then left to collect the twins and set up the apartment so Thriller could relax.

"Good night," Tipper whispered. She cocked her head and realized the song in her mind was still as strong.

"Volturius, this is my friend Thaddeus," she smiled at the Raptor. "He's Dark Mechanicus, but was going to be-"

"I didn't complete the program," Ceril finished for her. "I wasn't able to become a Space Marine. Now if we're done chatting, let's get these crates moved."

Blythe stepped forward and folded her wings, ready to assist.

[New Aksarben]

"And what happened to you exactly?" Jacob asked as he looked up at the banshee.

"Morrigan, Morrigan, raped and killed, boyfriend hung, whole town mourned.", A shadow-child sang. Morrigan nodded.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Morrigan." Jacob told her sincerely. "So why do you want to know if Bran lives here?"

[Erucia]

"Well, The climate is varied, similar to North America's. There are the Sandhill Mountains to the East and South, the Western see if in the obvious direction it should be, and we are bordered by the nation of Bruginstein to the south by land. The Commonwealth of Minatross is our nearest neighbor by Sea as well. The culture is a lot like Rome's, and Latin is our national language, bellus vulpes meus." He grinned as he said the last part in Latin. "What else do you wish to know?"

"What are the countries that exist in your universe?", Ray asked as the elevator continued downwards. It was getting close to the destination.

[AETEN II]

"Yes M'lord(ess?)." Volturius muttered as he was dazed for a bit at taking a glipse directly at an Eldritch Abomination and retaining any sanity he still had. Of course, he did fly through the Immaterium without a Geller field, so it was quite likely his brain was scrambled beyond minor mind fuckery.

"That nutjob is HERE? Malice? And there are still life forms beyond microbes on Terra? M'lordess(?), what exactly did you and the three do to the abomination? Otherwise my faith does not waver and I do not question your actions besides allowing for the continued existence of that thing. But passing over the subject, orders? Enlightenment on any current plan that I would be allowed to know?" Volturius questioned Swith, now standing up from his previous stoop.

"Malice and I have a nice working relationship in this time period," she replied lightly. "And if you can't call me by Swith, then M'Lady will do. This body is female."

She looked at Ceril and raised an eyebrow. "No, I pretty much just yanked them from where they were. I thought he was a daemon. He felt feathery. Meh. He needs an apartment, and I really need these crates brought to Chaos. Take Blythe with you. And not a word of this to Atosh."

She smiled at the Raptor. "Good evening, Volturius and Tipper." She nodded to both and then left to collect the twins and set up the apartment so Thriller could relax.

With the goddess vanishing, Volturius turned to Tipper in a rather confused state, but thanks to the teleportation of Tipper, he'd fair better.

"I'm not sure if being mistaken as a Daemon is good or bad. You alright Tipper? My hearts skipped a beat upon being zapped away from my previous location again. Being removed from you also would have pissed me considerably off. At least 'Swith' is more thoughtful than Khorne or Malice. I doubt they'd care about splitting us up." Volturius noted while he folded his wings against his armor and tapped Tipper on the shoulder, noting her to follow him.

"So, where are we off to now?"

[Cerillium]

With the goddess vanishing, Volturius turned to Tipper in a rather confused state, but thanks to the teleportation of Tipper, he'd fair better.

"I'm not sure if being mistaken as a Daemon is good or bad. You alright Tipper? My hearts skipped a beat upon being zapped away from my previous location again. Being removed from you also would have pissed me considerably off. At least 'Swith' is more thoughtful than Khorne or Malice. I doubt they'd care about splitting us up." Volturius noted while he folded his wings against his armor and tapped Tipper on the shoulder, noting her to follow him.

"So, where are we off to now?"

"Crates." She brushed against his armor and hugged him in relief. "Losing you would have been very difficult for Tipper. But you're here. That's what matters."

(OOC: paste from my prior post:)
"Volturius, this is my friend Thaddeus," she smiled at the Raptor. "He's Dark Mechanicus, but was going to be-"

"I didn't complete the program," Ceril finished for her. "I wasn't able to become a Space Marine. Now if we're done chatting, let's get these crates moved."

Blythe stepped forward and folded her wings, ready to assist.

[New Aksarben]

"Well, The climate is varied, similar to North America's. There are the Sandhill Mountains to the East and South, the Western see if in the obvious direction it should be, and we are bordered by the nation of Bruginstein to the south by land. The Commonwealth of Minatross is our nearest neighbor by Sea as well. The culture is a lot like Rome's, and Latin is our national language, bellus vulpes meus." He grinned as he said the last part in Latin. "What else do you wish to know?"

"What are the countries that exist in your universe?", Ray asked as the elevator continued downwards. It was getting close to the destination.

"Aksarben, Bruginstein, Husker Nation, Demadreck, Minatross, Pharmerland, the Midwestern Federation, Huntolia, Cristco." Albert listed.

[Torsiedelle]

"Morrigan, Morrigan, raped and killed, boyfriend hung, whole town mourned.", A shadow-child sang. Morrigan nodded.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Morrigan." Jacob told her sincerely. "So why do you want to know if Bran lives here?"

"No reason.", Morrigan replied. "Just wondering. 'Tis a nice mortal to meet."

[New Aksarben]

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Morrigan." Jacob told her sincerely. "So why do you want to know if Bran lives here?"

"No reason.", Morrigan replied. "Just wondering. 'Tis a nice mortal to meet."

"Well he does live here... I can't really remember where is room is though." Jacob said scratching his head. "and I agree, he is a nice person to know."

[AETEN II]

With the goddess vanishing, Volturius turned to Tipper in a rather confused state, but thanks to the teleportation of Tipper, he'd fair better.

"I'm not sure if being mistaken as a Daemon is good or bad. You alright Tipper? My hearts skipped a beat upon being zapped away from my previous location again. Being removed from you also would have pissed me considerably off. At least 'Swith' is more thoughtful than Khorne or Malice. I doubt they'd care about splitting us up." Volturius noted while he folded his wings against his armor and tapped Tipper on the shoulder, noting her to follow him.

"So, where are we off to now?"

"Crates." She brushes against his armor and hugged him in relief. "Losing you would have been very difficult for Tipper. But you're here. That's what matters."

(OOC: paste from my prior post:)
"Volturius, this is my friend Thaddeus," she smiled at the Raptor. "He's Dark Mechanicus, but was going to be-"

"I didn't complete the program," Ceril finished for her. "I wasn't able to become a Space Marine. Now if we're done chatting, let's get these crates moved."

Blythe stepped forward and folded her wings, ready to assist.

"Bah humbug. You're a cyborg. I've spent several hundred years in service to Chaos to gain these mutations from their favor. You simply snap a different limb onto your back." Volturius noted to Thaddeus while he then grunted as he grabbed a crate in each hand, magnetically locking his palms to the large objects. The raptor then let Thaddeus take the lead while he followed behind with a wing unfolded for Tipper to grab onto.

[Torsiedelle]

"No reason.", Morrigan replied. "Just wondering. 'Tis a nice mortal to meet."

"Well he does live here... I can't really remember where is room is though." Jacob said scratching his head. "and I agree, he is a nice person to know."

"Aye, that he is."

"As the sun draws near, I should find my way home. Sorry, but I must be only way, Sir Jacob. Feel free to seek me out in the woods. Ta ta."

Morrigan floated off.

[Cerillium]

"Bah humbug. You're a cyborg. I've spent several hundred years in service to Chaos to gain these mutations from their favor. You simply snap a different limb onto your back." Volturius noted to Thaddeus while he then grunted as he grabbed a crate in each hand, magnetically locking his palms to the large objects. The raptor then let Thaddeus take the lead while he followed behind with a wing unfolded for Tipper to grab onto.

Blythe was able to carry three in a small sphere. She followed the group.

"Eight thousand years, rounding down," Ceril said quietly as he lead them through the building. "I've served our god that long. Much of what you see is gifts disguised as mechanical enhancements. I'm her personal assassin, but I also dabble in whatever alien tech we come across."

He pointed out a hallway on the second floor. "Your apartment is there. We'll get a key at the front desk. To the right, communal kitchen and dining room. Follow me."

The lobby desk had a key set out. He picked it up and handed it to Tipper. They crossed the street and walked a block to the restaurant. Ceril used his key to get into the kitchens. Five daemons looked up as they entered but they went back to their work. Ceril opened the walk-in so they could stack the crates. Blythe was already there.

"This is Blythe. She's Lust's top succubus. She can fill you in on stuff. Oh, that reminds me. Don't destroy shit in the city. Swith'll have your cock in a water glass if she gets fined by the government. Mankind is sleepy. There isn't any Emperor. Most nations barely know how to manage a space program. And if you have questions or trouble, come knock on my door. Lobby, door marked "Chaos Apartments", down the stairs, door on the right. Any questions?"

---

Klaus excused himself from the conversation with Yuna. He went to the roof and picked up the remaining crate of tea and brought it to Thriller and Swith's apartment. He stayed to help her unpack and settle in.

He left a short time later to bring necessary items to Volturius and Tipper's new apartment. He stocked the fridge and bathroom.

He left there shortly afterwards to get some rest.

(OOC: Bran, I don't know what time I'll be on tomorrow. Might not be until late evening. Didn't want to tie your character up.)

[AETEN II]

"Bah humbug. You're a cyborg. I've spent several hundred years in service to Chaos to gain these mutations from their favor. You simply snap a different limb onto your back." Volturius noted to Thaddeus while he then grunted as he grabbed a crate in each hand, magnetically locking his palms to the large objects. The raptor then let Thaddeus take the lead while he followed behind with a wing unfolded for Tipper to grab onto.

Blythe was able to carry the other three in a small sphere. She followed the group.

"Eight thousand, rounding down," Ceril said quietly as he lead them through the building. "I've served our god that long. Much of what you see is gifts disguised as mechanical enhancements. I'm her personal assassin, but I also dabble in whatever alien tech we come across."

He pointed out a hallway on the second floor. "Your apartment is there. We'll get a key at the front desk. To the right, communal kitchen and dining room. Follow me."

The lobby desk had a key set out. He picked it up and handed it to Tipper. They crossed the street and walked a block to the restaurant. Ceril used his key to get into the kitchens. Five daemons looked up as they entered but they went back to their work. Ceril opened the walk-in so they could stack the crates. Blythe was already there.

"This is Blythe. She's Lust's top succubus. She can fill you in on stuff. Oh, that reminds me. Don't destroy shit in the city. Swith'll have your cock in a water glass if she gets fined by the government. Mankind is sleepy. There isn't any Emperor. Most nations barely know how to manage a space program. And if you have questions or trouble, come knock on my door. Lobby, door marked "Chaos Apartments", down the stairs, door on the right. Any questions?"

"Where does a creature like me find a decent hunt? I was bred a Raptor. A lack of having decent prey to rip apart can drive me up a wall, to which Tipper can testify. I assume that given our lady's wish to remain non-violent that mortals are off the table? If so, is there any game nearby? Tipper is skilled at distracting my bloodlust, but it still remains, if albeit lessened." Volturius noted as he dropped the crates at Blythe's feet.

"What year is it, if it can even be discerned."

[Cerillium]

"Where does a creature like me find a decent hunt? I was bred a Raptor. A lack of having decent prey to rip apart can drive me up a wall, to which Tipper can testify. I assume that given our lady's wish to remain non-violent that mortals are off the table? If so, is there any game nearby? Tipper is skilled at distracting my bloodlust, but it still remains, if albeit lessened." Volturius noted as he dropped the crates at Blythe's feet.

"What year is it, if it can even be discerned."

"Plenty to hunt in the woods. There's a lake up north and you'll find a lot of game there. Humans are off the menu. Ogoti, who you'll recognize as the avatar of Grandfather, keeps a game preserve and the animals are more challenging."

He yawned and counted the years, subtracting the years he was away preparing for the Drones. "Hold on to your butt, Volturius. It's only 2013."

[AETEN II]

"Where does a creature like me find a decent hunt? I was bred a Raptor. A lack of having decent prey to rip apart can drive me up a wall, to which Tipper can testify. I assume that given our lady's wish to remain non-violent that mortals are off the table? If so, is there any game nearby? Tipper is skilled at distracting my bloodlust, but it still remains, if albeit lessened." Volturius noted as he dropped the crates at Blythe's feet.

"What year is it, if it can even be discerned."

"Plenty to hunt in the woods. There's a lake up north and you'll find a lot of game there. Humans are off the menu. Ogoti, who you'll recognize as the avatar of Grandfather, keeps a game preserve and the animals are more challenging."

He yawned and counted the years, subtracting the years he was away preparing for the Drones. "Hold on to your butt, Volturius. It's only 2013."

"Bearable. Not entirely exciting, but the small shreds of sanity I hold onto should remain intact. This is a calmer vacation than the space hulk. Although I suppose I HAVE earned a right to an actual vacation, given I participated in a Black Crusade and have had a fair beating myself (although that Psyker never happened). Well met, and I look forward to not having to worry about random Dark Angel incursions. Or Eldar." Volturius noted while he visibly relaxed and went to the door.

"I guess we'll inspect the accommodations. Also, is there anything else here that I should know about? Xenos? Loyalists?"

Pryfyn then walked past the group, merely interjecting a "Yes" while passing through. He'd still seen more fearsome things besides these nutjobs.