Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[AETEN II]

(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.

Minerva threw herself down on a comfortable bench and blew her bangs from her eyes. "What a day, eh Luce?" She gave the man a weak smile. "Herding cats. That's part of my job description. Oh bother, now where did Bran get to?"

She looked around and spied a few more residents. "Over here," she beckoned to them.

Tipper was happy to chew on her eel, and she held it like a raccoon would. It wasn't moving anymore but it had a satisfying crunch. She turned when she heard Minerva's voice and then slurped the rest of the eel into her mouth. "Us too?" she asked.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Minerva growled. "Yes, you too, and the Raptor. Stop being antisocial and join us, please."

Tipper scooted off the high stool and slipped over to the group. She sat down, but first made sure the bench was study enough for a Chaos Raptor.

Volturius took a seat by Tipper, his ceramite armor landing on the bench with a thud that shook the seats of others sitting on the bench. At this time, Ozzall also walked in, taking a nervous seat opposite the bench Volturius and Tipper was sitting, cowering beside Minerva.

Volturius then spoke out of curiosity of events come.

"So. What is with the development? I'll happily take any kill I can make, although I wish an arrangement could be made for butchery somehow. Any possibility of allowing criminals to be fair game for all? It'd honor the legacy of my true father, along with the Legion itself. Plus sate my bloodlust outside of rare fights."

"As for demands- are they so pompous as to demand things from forces far superior to theirs? A PDF force from a fucking agri-world coudl SNEEZE on this planet and wipe out the planet, let alone the guard or our forces of the Lost and the Damned. I'd rather they so humbly request our services while throwing themselves upon our boots. Power demands respect. We could just as easily slaughter their entire government, possess them, or mindwipe them, and they wouldn't even know what had happened, and life of the populace would continue as usual. Bah. Mortals."

[New Aksarben]

"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.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Ray said as Blossom left. "Or perhaps not...Oh well. I can always ask later..."

"Yeah, that you can." Albert said with a shrug. "Well she did finish making food for us."

[Urran]

"What are they expecting us to do?" asked Yuri.

"Don't know, yet," Klaus admitted. "It doesn't make sense that they'd ask mortals to help alongside immortals. My guess is? I just don't know."

"Both have strengths and weaknesses" Yuri began with all of the wisdom of an ancient priest. "You would be wise not to underestimate anyone, not friends, not enemies. The Altorans learned not to underestimate a nation as tiny as ours. We have learned not to underestimate terrorists. Immense power can be contained in tiny packages. Remember that."

[Cerillium]

"Both have strengths and weaknesses" Yuri began with all of the wisdom of an ancient priest. "You would be wise not to underestimate anyone, not friends, not enemies. The Altorans learned not to underestimate a nation as tiny as ours. We have learned not to underestimate terrorists. Immense power can be contained in tiny packages. Remember that."

"Very good point, Miss Yuri," Klaus nodded.

[Swith Witherward]

"What are they expecting us to do?" asked Yuri.

"Don't know, yet," Klaus admitted. "It doesn't make sense that they'd ask mortals to help alongside immortals. My guess is? I just don't know."

"Bullshit, Klaus." Minerva's fist thudded against the wood with enough force to make her teacup rattle. "There's something we're missing."

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Volturius, we can't judge and execute. We're not bloody Inquisitors. However, I don't think they'd really have a problem with us killing nasty things that snuck in to the place. But what does that mean? What does that foreshadow? I'll tell you what... registering ourselves in some fashion. Getting a visa or passport. Granted, I did so, but that was because I needed to be a citizen. How many people here actually are citizens of Bielefeld?"

[Urran]

"Bullshit, Klaus." Minerva's fist thudded against the wood with enough force to make her teacup rattle. "There's something we're missing."

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Volturius, we can't judge and execute. We're not bloody Inquisitors. However, I don't think they'd really have a problem with us killing nasty things that snuck in to the place. But what does that mean? What does that foreshadow? I'll tell you what... registering ourselves in some fashion. Getting a visa or passport. Granted, I did so, but that was because I needed to be a citizen. How many people here actually are citizens of Bielefeld?"

"Not I." Yuri answered. She sipped on her tea thoughtfully. "Policing this city might be good training for Urranese commandos, however, I doubt they would allow that."

[Torsiedelle]

"I am not sure what the future holds, just do not force yourself to change. If you simply stay true to who and what you are, then you have served your purpose. If you have found love, then you have found a good thing, cling to that and you shall be happy, even in a world in which you were designed to fail." He said neutrally, but he was sincere.


"What are they expecting us to do?" asked Yuri.

"Yea....well...."

He sisters entered the bar.

[Erucia]

"Yeah, that you can." Albert said with a shrug. "Well she did finish making food for us."

"Mm, food...", Ray fantasied as he wondered what kind of stew had been prepared by Blossom.

[Urran]

Tieria entered the pub as well. He immediately took a seat and folded his arms. "Hmph".

[Cerillium]

"Not I." Yuri answered. She sipped on her tea thoughtfully. "Policing this city might be good training for Urranese commandos, however, I doubt they would allow that."

"They won't let any foreign soldiers in. It's a matter of honor. They also don't need our help with mundane things. They ask for our help for other than the mundane. Our meaning Chaos. We've met with them several times to complain about it. Our people are the ones spreading ourselves thin."

Klaus pushed aside his stout. "Us being on the outside gives them deniability. We, meaning this group of us at the table, can operate where they, the official government, can't. We have resources they don't have."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Don't know, yet," Klaus admitted. "It doesn't make sense that they'd ask mortals to help alongside immortals. My guess is? I just don't know."

"Bullshit, Klaus." Minerva's fist thudded against the wood with enough force to make her teacup rattle. "There's something we're missing."

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Volturius, we can't judge and execute. We're not bloody Inquisitors. However, I don't think they'd really have a problem with us killing nasty things that snuck in to the place. But what does that mean? What does that foreshadow? I'll tell you what... registering ourselves in some fashion. Getting a visa or passport. Granted, I did so, but that was because I needed to be a citizen. How many people here actually are citizens of Bielefeld?"

Of the Raptor faction, Fortu was the only one to raise his hand. "Am I the only one with legitimate papers?" Fortu asked. "We just forge our credentials for whatever we need, we are damn good at it too." Neil answered nonchalantly. "And did you put your real age on the forms?" Arthur asked Fortu accusingly. "...Well I had to fib a bit, saying that I was a year old would restrict me a lot and be kind of weird." Fortu justified quietly.

[Urran]

"I don't have a problem with that."" Yuri answered. "As long as you don't ask me to go against my code of set morals then I will do whatever you tell me to."




Tieria huffed. "I do not have moral problems, unless I am killing someone completely innocent."

[AETEN II]

"Don't know, yet," Klaus admitted. "It doesn't make sense that they'd ask mortals to help alongside immortals. My guess is? I just don't know."

"Bullshit, Klaus." Minerva's fist thudded against the wood with enough force to make her teacup rattle. "There's something we're missing."

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Volturius, we can't judge and execute. We're not bloody Inquisitors. However, I don't think they'd really have a problem with us killing nasty things that snuck in to the place. But what does that mean? What does that foreshadow? I'll tell you what... registering ourselves in some fashion. Getting a visa or passport. Granted, I did so, but that was because I needed to be a citizen. How many people here actually are citizens of Bielefeld?"

"Not me. Sla- Swith, recently warped me and Tipper so kindly from the Space Hulk we were stranded on to this paradise. And while I do consider this to be a haven compared to the Daemon Worlds of Abaddon (fuck the dumbass, he couldn't hold a shack from a blind guardsmen with a shotgun), it is annoying how the lowly mortals that run it think they can order about forces that would wipe them out with a back-handed slap. I'd rather they learn their place, and soon. Lest they remind me of the detestable and stupidly proud Cadians. I'm fine with them merrily going about their lives- but it'd be lovely that they learn that their only choice is submission."

"Should I file however for identification for Tipper and myself? Hopefully command some sort of authority." Volturius asked before then turning to Klaus, chuckling with laughter that was strange in pitch compared to most. Deeper, and more rapid, air was pushed faster out of his three lungs than most other members of his former species.

"Klaus if I remember correctly? We're Chaos. Hell- those Tzeentch buggers can seal themselves up in an alternate dimension free from time for their planning, from what I've heard of Magnus' boys. These humans of the current Terra can't comprehend what we have and can do."

[Torsiedelle]

Torii leaned against the wall where she could here Klaus, and Bran. She didn't seem particularly interested in anything.

Katya went and got a drink before coming back to Tieria.

[Urran]

Torii leaned against the wall where she could here Klaus, and Bran. She didn't seem particularly interested in anything.

Katya went and got a drink before coming back to Tieria.

Tieria turned to her. "Yes Miss Katya?"

[Torsiedelle]

Torii leaned against the wall where she could here Klaus, and Bran. She didn't seem particularly interested in anything.

Katya went and got a drink before coming back to Tieria.

Tieria turned to her. "Yes Miss Katya?"

"Nothing...I'm just still pissed off."

She drank a bit of some wine as she eavesdropped on the conversations. "Human submission? My ass.", She mumbled. Some of Torii's attitude was starting to rub off on her.

Meanwhile, in the Confederacy, Katya's e-mail had reached its recipient. A production line filled with robotic arms and machinery started working hurriedly, putting together robotic limbs and optics. Whatever they were working on was unknown...

[Urran]

"Nothing...I'm just still pissed off."

She drank a bit of some wine as she eavesdropped on the conversations. "Human submission? My ass.", She mumbled. Some of Torii's attitude was starting to rub off on her.

Meanwhile, in the Confederacy, Katya's e-mail had reached its recipient. A production line filled with robotic arms and machinery started working hurriedly, putting together robotic limbs and optics. Whatever they were working on was unknown...

"Hmph, I agree with with you" he answered. "Gods do not take me seriously either."

[Torsiedelle]

"Nothing...I'm just still pissed off."

She drank a bit of some wine as she eavesdropped on the conversations. "Human submission? My ass.", She mumbled. Some of Torii's attitude was starting to rub off on her.

Meanwhile, in the Confederacy, Katya's e-mail had reached its recipient. A production line filled with robotic arms and machinery started working hurriedly, putting together robotic limbs and optics. Whatever they were working on was unknown...

"Hmph, I agree with with you" he answered. "Gods do not take me seriously either."

"They don't know what humans can do...we're numerous, ingenious, stubborn, and we have the will and the strength to pierce the heavens. It's only natural that humanity will spread...and dominate everything around it. It matters not if we destroy entire worlds...only that we survive and grow...I think some people are scared of that."

She sipped her wine a little more.

[New Aksarben]

"Yeah, that you can." Albert said with a shrug. "Well she did finish making food for us."

"Mm, food...", Ray fantasied as he wondered what kind of stew had been prepared by Blossom.

"Yep, Food is good." Albert said, heading over to where the stew was sitting in a pot. He dished some up in some bowls for Ray and him. "Here you go, puppy. Maybe we can actually get something done after we have some food. Because all we have done the last few days is cuddle, and leave for the carnival." He said with a chuckle.

[Swith Witherward]

"I don't have a problem with that."" Yuri answered. "As long as you don't ask me to go against my code of set morals then I will do whatever you tell me to."




Tieria huffed. "I do not have moral problems, unless I am killing someone completely innocent."

"I don't think people have to violate their own morals although, in a sense, some of us have to adopt few. Some of us would." She chuckled as her eyes flitted to Klaus and then Tipper and Volturius.

"Yes, you and I and Klaus are Chaos, Volturius," she continued. "But we're set up differently than in the timeline you came from. We're more hands on here, and not as a force that destroys. Our work today builds the emotional energy that fashions the future. Mankind must be protected at this stage in history because, without him, you and the rest would never come into being. The damned space elves would rule the universe."

She turned her attention to Fortu. "No. My papers are authentic. Nearly every member of my faction here holds dual citizenship. We started doing that when the city asked us to step in to plan against the Drones. Even Tipper and Volturius here have visas."

Minerva closed her eyes and then stood up. "Katya, whatever bullshit you're muttering about... it's distracting. Say your piece and then be at peace, or get the fuck out. I couldn't stand it when the French sat on their asses and did nothing but grouse before Hitler began to roll over them. If you don't voice your objections clearly, don't come crying to me when the city screws you over."

[Urran]

Yuri stood up "Peace. Katya, if you have something to say, say it. This is an open discussion."

[Erucia]

"Yep, Food is good." Albert said, heading over to where the stew was sitting in a pot. He dished some up in some bowls for Ray and him. "Here you go, puppy. Maybe we can actually get something done after we have some food. Because all we have done the last few days is cuddle, and leave for the carnival." He said with a chuckle.

"Thank you!", Ray girlishly replied and began to slurp down the stew. "Well, I suppose we haven't been getting anything done...So, what do you think we ought to do?"

[Swith Witherward]

Yuri stood up "Peace. Katya, if you have something to say, say it. This is an open discussion."

Minerva, very much accustomed to Yuri killing things if they so much as had a red zit on their face, stared at the woman as if seeing her clearly for the first time.

"Yes, exactly. This needs to be an open discussion. Katya, please pardon my outburst. I apologize."

[Torsiedelle]

"I don't have a problem with that."" Yuri answered. "As long as you don't ask me to go against my code of set morals then I will do whatever you tell me to."




Tieria huffed. "I do not have moral problems, unless I am killing someone completely innocent."

"I don't think people have to violate their own morals although, in a sense, some of us have to adopt few. Some of us would." She chuckled as her eyes flitted to Klaus and then Tipper and Volturius.

"Yes, you and I and Klaus are Chaos, Volturius," she continued. "But we're set up differently than in the timeline you came from. We're more hands on here, and not as a force that destroys. Our work today builds the emotional energy that fashions the future. Mankind must be protected at this stage in history because, without him, you and the rest would never come into being. The damned space elves would rule the universe."

She turned her attention to Fortu. "No. My papers are authentic. Nearly every member of my faction here holds dual citizenship. We started doing that when the city asked us to step in to plan against the Drones. Even Tipper and Volturius here have visas."

Minerva closed her eyes and then stood up. "Katya, whatever bullshit you're muttering about... it's distracting. Say your piece and then be at peace, or get the fuck out. I couldn't stand it when the French sat on their asses and did nothing but grouse before Hitler began to roll over them. If you don't voice your objections clearly, don't come crying to me when the city screws you over."

Katya sighed. "Whatever. I shouldn't be here anyway."

She got up and walked to the exit. As she did, she tossed her wine glass to the floor, letting it shatter, before slipping out. Torii sighed as well. "I believe that she was still curious as to why the city refused aid, and even funding for its own police force. However, previous points made in the discussion answered those questions. As for just now...well...."

She ran out and got Katya back. After a minute, she brought her sibling inside again and let her take a seat. Torii then started cleaning up the mess.

[New Aksarben]

"Yep, Food is good." Albert said, heading over to where the stew was sitting in a pot. He dished some up in some bowls for Ray and him. "Here you go, puppy. Maybe we can actually get something done after we have some food. Because all we have done the last few days is cuddle, and leave for the carnival." He said with a chuckle.

"Thank you!", Ray girlishly replied and began to slurp down the stew. "Well, I suppose we haven't been getting anything done...So, what do you think we ought to do?"

"Well, I just got a text from Jacob saying to come to this meeting at the 'Wilting Succubus', for a meeting thing. We could always go to that." Albert said, eating his own stew. "It has something to do with us working to defend the city from the supernatural things that seem to attack all the time."