Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Transgravitas Directorate]

"Well, we can take a taxi then. I can pay for it, okay?" Jacob offered, trying to hail a taxi as they stepped outside of the building.

"You and your friend have me outnumbered," Luce acknowledged mildly. "Your drinks should be on me, however."

[AETEN II]

"Okay everyone!" Minerva spoke up a little so people towards the back could hear. "There's a little pub a block from the building. It's called the Wilting Succubus. It's where my lads hang out... actually, they run it. BUT, unlike Chaos, there aren't any ears listening in, AND unlike Chaos, the first round is on the house. Everyone alright with that? And would someone see if people in the building want to come with? They'll want to know what the fuss is about."

She placed her hand on Bran's shoulder. "If you need extra stuff like diapers or wipes, just ask. We're always running errands in the city. I could have one of my lads pick some up. Or, if you like, you can borrow a bag from us. We have families here. Infants, toddlers and school-aged children. Not many people realize that."

Minerva craned her neck to look up at the Raptor. It'd been a few months since she'd stood next to an Astartes. She'd almost forgotten how lively the mutated ones were. "Yes, Volturius, we'd be delighted if you joined us for a drink. Miss Tipper as well. She can have tea or some lemonade."

The little cultist smiled in Minerva's direction and slipped her hand around the Raptor's wing tip.

"Aye. I also doubt anyone would want to attempt to eavesdrop on a pub fulled of Slaanesh Daemons. That... simply will not end well for the would-be spy, lest they enjoy having more orifices than a sponge. Tipper and I will swing by and walk there. No point in taking a cab, or even flying for that short distance."

Volturius then brought Tipper along with him, leaving the government building and walking shortly over to the pub. Entering, he took a seat at the bar and kicked over a stool for Tipper. Even sitting, he still was taller than the bartender, sitting a full head above him.

"Anything you have that can override my gene-seed organ's natural filtering of ingredients. If you have anything 'live', I'll take that as well. Please tell me you offer some sort of sentient cuisine?" The Chaos Raptor asked while his armored hands drummed their fingers on the bar, eagerly awaiting an answer he hoped to be 'yes'.

[Erucia]

"Well, she is a 700-something year old Vampire, so she's had a lot of experience. She is a pretty good cook." Albert responded, wondering how Ray would respond to knowing that he was both the youngest in the apartment by far, and the only one who wasn't supernatural in some way or another.

"...Wait, what? We have a vampire in our apartment?!", Ray shouted out and suddenly felt rather frightened. "Is she going to kill us in the middle of the night?"

[New Aksarben]

"Well, we can take a taxi then. I can pay for it, okay?" Jacob offered, trying to hail a taxi as they stepped outside of the building.

"You and your friend have me outnumbered," Luce acknowledged mildly. "Your drinks should be on me, however."

"If you want. I do have plenty of money as the personification of my nation, and I'd be willing to pay for the drinks." Jacob offered, managing to flag down a taxi, and opening the door for the group. Sig got inside, a bit nervous still about riding in cars and the like. They were much to fast for his tastes.

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"Well, she is a 700-something year old Vampire, so she's had a lot of experience. She is a pretty good cook." Albert responded, wondering how Ray would respond to knowing that he was both the youngest in the apartment by far, and the only one who wasn't supernatural in some way or another.

"...Wait, what? We have a vampire in our apartment?!", Ray shouted out and suddenly felt rather frightened. "Is she going to kill us in the middle of the night?"

Albert shook his head in a no. "No, she's very nice, and hates attacking sentient life. Jacob told me that. She apparently hunts animals for her blood needs, or can get it from the strange coffee machine in the communal dining room. Which can dispense anything, I noticed."

[Zarkanians]

It had taken nearly a day of deliberation, but the Zarkanian Government had finally decided on a course of action. It had been determined quite quickly that the planet below them (below being a relative term; the Rift was almost three times as far from the world as the moon was) was inhabited by a fully sentient and sapient race, and was furthermore developed to a point that an attempt to steal the planet's resources would evoke a response which would likely either necessitate Zarkanians' withdrawal from the system, which it was unable to do so soon after the Tertian Rift had moved, or a protracted conflict.

It was decided that a single member of the Secret Police would be dispatched instead. As well as protecting the city the unit ended up in, it would attempt to discern as much information as it possibly could about this planet, preferably without provoking hostilities or committing any crimes. After seven rounds of discussion, Colonel 187 returned from his walk and stated, without needing to be told what was being discussed, that the Secret Policeman known as Alpha would be sent to the city of Bielefeld to observe all activities within a certain apartment building. He then departed for the courts.

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The Secret Police set foot upon Bielefeld soil for the first time in what could only be described as the most understated teleportation in recent history. One moment, there was an empty space, the next, a black-armoured figure was walking through the lobby towards the desk. He stood there somewhat awkwardly, looking around for someone he might contact on getting a room.

[Transgravitas Directorate]

"You and your friend have me outnumbered," Luce acknowledged mildly. "Your drinks should be on me, however."

"If you want. I do have plenty of money as the personification of my nation, and I'd be willing to pay for the drinks." Jacob offered, managing to flag down a taxi, and opening the door for the group. Sig got inside, a bit nervous still about riding in cars and the like. They were much to fast for his tastes.

Luce nodded politely and also got in. The taxi drove off at a good pace, and in no time they were in front of the pub.

He opened the door for the others. It was a bit of a tight squeeze having all three of them in the backseat.

[Swith Witherward]

"Sure, and then we go for a drink? Oh, you must see the baby!" Bran chuckled happily. "And then we can go for a meeting, and to the pub." He suggested. He kept shooting glances to Voltarius, frightened by his frightening appearance.

Minerva (for sake of moving things along and not getting too distracted) made certain Bran had diapers to bring down to Rylli. "I'll stop in to see your new bundle once we've taken care of business," she explained. She wanted to give the baby her full attention, which she couldn't do with so many thoughts currently racing through her mind. She set out to find others to join them down the street.

She ran into the newcomer and, having her mind on other things, she simply handed him an application, told him to fill it out (it was written in his own language!) and drop it in the box. A key would appear on the counter once he'd done so.

She scampered on again to find people.

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"Aye. I also doubt anyone would want to attempt to eavesdrop on a pub fulled of Slaanesh Daemons. That... simply will not end well for the would-be spy, lest they enjoy having more orifices than a sponge. Tipper and I will swing by and walk there. No point in taking a cab, or even flying for that short distance."

Volturius then brought Tipper along with him, leaving the government building and walking shortly over to the pub. Entering, he took a seat at the bar and kicked over a stool for Tipper. Even sitting, he still was taller than the bartender, sitting a full head above him.

"Anything you have that can override my gene-seed organ's natural filtering of ingredients. If you have anything 'live', I'll take that as well. Please tell me you offer some sort of sentient cuisine?" The Chaos Raptor asked while his armored hands drummed their fingers on the bar, eagerly awaiting an answer he hoped to be 'yes'.

The Astartes behind the bar would have been better suited... if he'd been suited. He was dressed in loose black pants and a black tunic that did little to hide his daemonic augmentations. The massive Raptor had been squatting when people arrived. He stood up and still squatted on mechanical legs that added an extra joint and ended in lethal metallic claws much like NVE's own, only thicker and heavier than nature would have intended. He rose to his full height, legs extended to give him six extra feet over his typical brethren, and removed a barrel from the nook in the ceiling. Nimble (but clean) claws swiped a few live eels from the container and deposited them into a deep bowl. He poured an alcoholic broth over them to dull their writhing a bit while adding flavor to their flesh. He pushed the bowl in from of Volturius and then bowed, his cruel black horns momentarily coming into Tipper's limited range of view. Then he moved on to take the next order.

[New Aksarben]

"If you want. I do have plenty of money as the personification of my nation, and I'd be willing to pay for the drinks." Jacob offered, managing to flag down a taxi, and opening the door for the group. Sig got inside, a bit nervous still about riding in cars and the like. They were much to fast for his tastes.

Luce nodded politely and also got in. The taxi drove off at a good pace, and in no time they were in front of the pub.

He opened the door for the others. It was a bit of a tight squeeze having all three of them in the backseat.

Sig and Jacob got out, a bit glad to be in the open again. Jacob paid the taxi cab driver, and looked over at the pub. "Looks like we're here. I wonder if they have some wine from my nation. Its been a while since I have had any from my nation..." Sig shrugged, and opened the door of the pub for the group politely.

[Transgravitas Directorate]

Sig and Jacob got out, a bit glad to be in the open again. Jacob paid the taxi cab driver, and looked over at the pub. "Looks like we're here. I wonder if they have some wine from my nation. Its been a while since I have had any from my nation..." Sig shrugged, and opened the door of the pub for the group politely.

"Dora said they did, when she and Chrys came back the other day," Luce answered. "Apparently she and her boss and your brother were all out partying. That's both your favorite drink, then?"

He headed inside, blinking at the sight of Volturius.

[Transgravitas Directorate]

MB waved an ear more cheerfully this time. No, is OK. He began eating the straw. How are things?

"Um...good, I've been stressed lately but getting better...m-may I have a moment of your time?"

On what?

[New Aksarben]

Sig and Jacob got out, a bit glad to be in the open again. Jacob paid the taxi cab driver, and looked over at the pub. "Looks like we're here. I wonder if they have some wine from my nation. Its been a while since I have had any from my nation..." Sig shrugged, and opened the door of the pub for the group politely.

"Dora said they did, when she and Chrys came back the other day," Luce answered. "Apparently she and her boss and your brother were all out partying. That's both your favorite drink, then?"

He headed inside, blinking at the sight of Volturius.

"Yeah. Mainly because its the national drink of my nation, and the most popular." Jacob responded following him inside. He was a bit surprised by Volturius's appearance also, but didn't say anything. "Well, where should we sit?"

[Urran]

Tieria was exiting Chaos, he wanted to find someone to talk to.



Yoshi picked up his tablet that had been sitting on the table. "C-could I interview you? A-ask you about your life and such..."

[Zarkanians]

[Insert important stuff here]
She ran into the newcomer and, having her mind on other things, she simply handed him an application, told him to fill it out (it was written in his own language!) and drop it in the box. A key would appear on the counter once he'd done so.
[Insert other important stuff here]

Alpha, not at all taken aback by the abruptness, quickly filled out the form and deposited in the box. He found it only slightly odd that it was printed in his own language; before now, every planet the Tertian Rift had come into existence near had been part of his own universe, and already knew of Zarkanians. The appearance of the key had a similar non-effect on him. If a stripper had appeared on the counter at that moment, he likely would have pushed her out of the way to retrieve the key and made no further comment.

He shut off his helmet's speakers, staring at a fixed point ahead of him as he did so, and spoke aloud the signal. A brief radio transmission was shot up through the building into space, confirming his arrival and requesting equipment. With that done, he retrieved the key and began walking towards his new quarters.

[Torsiedelle]

The sisters were bickering in the kitchen. Katya sounded upset, quickly speaking in Torsiedellie before sipping at some coffee. Torii chuckled and said something back. Katya paused for a second before taking a seat.

Torii blinked. Katya's head fell to the counter.

"Yoooooooshiiiiiiiii! Doraaaaaaaaaaa!", She cried. Torii laughed and hopped up to get some more coffee.

[Urran]

The sisters were bickering in the kitchen. Katya sounded upset, quickly speaking in Torsiedellie before sipping at some coffee. Torii chuckled and said something back. Katya paused for a second before taking a seat.

Torii blinked. Katya's head fell to the counter.

"Yoooooooshiiiiiiiii! Doraaaaaaaaaaa!", She cried. Torii laughed and hopped up to get some more coffee.

"You seem distressed" Came a familiar voice from across from Katya. Tieria was standing near her.

[Transgravitas Directorate]

"Yeah. Mainly because its the national drink of my nation, and the most popular." Jacob responded following him inside. He was a bit surprised by Volturius's appearance also, but didn't say anything. "Well, where should we sit?"

"Wherever you like," Luce said politely. (OOC - Attention mainly elsewhere and eating soon, I'll follow your lead.)

Yoshi picked up his tablet that had been sitting on the table. "C-could I interview you? A-ask you about your life and such..."

Yes. The rabbit began to twitch his nose in a peculiar manner.

[Erucia]

Albert shook his head in a no. "No, she's very nice, and hates attacking sentient life. Jacob told me that. She apparently hunts animals for her blood needs, or can get it from the strange coffee machine in the communal dining room. Which can dispense anything, I noticed."

"...Oh. I've never met a vampire before. Does she have fangs?", Ray asked, now genuinely curious. He had found that many things possible here were not possible back home in Erucia.

[Swith Witherward]

"Dora said they did, when she and Chrys came back the other day," Luce answered. "Apparently she and her boss and your brother were all out partying. That's both your favorite drink, then?"

He headed inside, blinking at the sight of Volturius.

"Yeah. Mainly because its the national drink of my nation, and the most popular." Jacob responded following him inside. He was a bit surprised by Volturius's appearance also, but didn't say anything. "Well, where should we sit?"

"Anywhere you want," Minerva said. She seemed to have come out of nowhere (actually, there was a convenient cultist entrance in the women's loo.)

The pub was a tranquil place with hardly any customers. It felt very British, replete with a large hearth and comfortable seating. There was even a picture of the Queen adorning one of the walls above the bar proper. The bartender was a bit frightening to look at. Everyone else appeared human and wore tired expressions after a long day's work.

[Torsiedelle]

The sisters were bickering in the kitchen. Katya sounded upset, quickly speaking in Torsiedellie before sipping at some coffee. Torii chuckled and said something back. Katya paused for a second before taking a seat.

Torii blinked. Katya's head fell to the counter.

"Yoooooooshiiiiiiiii! Doraaaaaaaaaaa!", She cried. Torii laughed and hopped up to get some more coffee.

"You seem distressed" Came a familiar voice from across from Katya. Tieria was standing near her.

"Yea, something IS wrong!", Katya said. "I need someone to talk about why I'm pissed off!"

[New Aksarben]

"Yeah. Mainly because its the national drink of my nation, and the most popular." Jacob responded following him inside. He was a bit surprised by Volturius's appearance also, but didn't say anything. "Well, where should we sit?"

"Wherever you like," Luce said politely. (OOC - Attention mainly elsewhere and eating soon, I'll follow your lead.)

Jacob chose a seat, and ordered some wine from Aksarben. Sig sat next to him, and ordered some ale. "This a good spot, Luce?" Jacob asked, looking over at the conservator.


(ooc- Me, Zark, Eru, and GT will be playing some Civilization 5, by the way, won't really be able to post)

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"Yes she does." Albert answered with a nod. "You know, you could ask her yourself, and she is still in the kitchen..." Albert said, pointing over to the vampire discretely.

[Urran]

Yoshi picked the rabbit up and set it down across from him. "Okay, when and where were you born or created?"



Blossom had left Jacob, Albert, and Ray with a clean home, and fresh beef stew. The vampire was now hunting down a flock of geese.

[Transgravitas Directorate]

Jacob chose a seat, and ordered some wine from Aksarben. Sig sat next to him, and ordered some ale. "This a good spot, Luce?" Jacob asked, looking over at the conservator.


(ooc- Me, Zark, Eru, and GT will be playing some Civilization 5, by the way, won't really be able to post)

(OOC - You should Fraps it! I wanna watch )

"As good as any," Luce said mildly, joining them with a pint for himself. He turned to Minerva, and waited.

[Transgravitas Directorate]

Yoshi picked the rabbit up and set it down across from him. "Okay, when and where were you born or created?"

MB scratched his head with the tip of an ear. Mad alchemist said I was junkyard rabbit. From Detroit. Not sure when I was mad alchemist's test subject.

[The BranRiech]

Having grabbed his bike after dropping off the diapers with Minerva, Bran rode all the way back to the government building and then found the pub nearby, he locked up his bike and waited outside on a bench nearby.

[Urran]

MB scratched his head with the tip of an ear. Mad alchemist said I was junkyard rabbit. From Detroit. Not sure when I was mad alchemist's test subject.

"Oh...how old are you?" He asked, jotting down what the fluffy little rabbit had said. Everyone had an interesting back-story here. Some good, others not so good, but they were all here now. They were all here for a reason.