Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Giovenith]

Loki shrugged without getting up. "If that's what you want to call it."

"And why'd you do that?" Rylli questioned, not at all happy anymore as she was.

"Because I didn't have any money and he was an ass," he said, again, shrugging.

[The BranRiech]

"And just because he was an ass, he deserves to lose all that money? We did get alot of stuff. I don't feel comfortable with this at all." She said back.

[Giovenith]

"And just because he was an ass, he deserves to lose all that money? We did get alot of stuff. I don't feel comfortable with this at all." She said back.

"Alright, you have a right to feel that way," he said, rolling onto his back, a more relaxed position.

[The BranRiech]

"Then we should do something!" Rylli protested. Her mind outraged that Loki seemed so laid back about stealing.

[Giovenith]

"Then we should do something!" Rylli protested. Her mind outraged that Loki seemed so laid back about stealing.

"What do you suggest then?" asked Loki, putting an arm up casually, then letting flop back down on his chest.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Which is also a better environment for anything associated with our god as well. No longer are there any barriers between us and standard worship of it, which unlike the other Chaos Gods, does not immediately call for blood spilled. While I do indeed wish there would be something to butcher to sate my own bloodlust and love of the hunt- along with keeping with Night Lord traditions, it is significantly better."

"Also Gretta, I've gone as far as I could to fix the issue without blasphemy. The small screen on her wrist is a sonic sensor that sends out alarm beeps when pointed at objects, with variables depending on its speed and distance." Volturius noted to Gretta while he motioned to Scarface for a refill of his drink.

Tipper nodded her head at that. "It would be blasphemy," she explained. "The defect isn't actually a defect. My sight was taken because another gift was given. We don't see it as a curse but as the greatest of blessings. I also can not have surgery performed on me. My body knits too quickly. I'm fashioned to be flawless. Volturius marked my forehead a while back in homage to our god, and although it was a very sacred thing..." she pulled back her bangs to reveal creamy skin, "It was not lasting."

"So you sacrificed sight for, regeneration. We understand, although we had little choice, high intelligence comes at the cost of insanity. But we do work around it." Gretta said seeing the problem. "So you like a hunt Mr.....umm you never said your names. Anyway, would you like to see the game I have designed?" Neil asked as Scarface refilled Volturius' drink.

[The BranRiech]

"Uhm . . . Return it all!" Rylli said triumphantly. She looked to her friends for support, as she alone couldn't carry all they had taken. "Then we give the money back once they refund us."

[Giovenith]

"Uhm . . . Return it all!" Rylli said triumphantly. She looked to her friends for support, as she alone couldn't carry all they had taken. "Then we give the money back once they refund us."

"Hmmm..." Loki tapped his chin. "... Nah." He laid back down, enjoying the feel of the sun.

[The BranRiech]

"Well I'm returning them." Rylli said, placing her hands on her hips and pouting. She started gathering up as many bags as possible to return.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii put her shades back on and walked on down the street. "Was that car speeding?", She thought. She didn't know about speed limits in the city.

She kept walking.

.....

Katya got out of the shower and began making dinner. She was alone in her apartment.

[Giovenith]

"Well I'm returning them." Rylli said, placing her hands on her hips and pouting. She started gathering up as many bags as possible to return.

Loki sighed. "Fine, fine, fine, whatever you want, Lady Justice." The groceries did not seem all that terribly important to him. "I suppose I had my good stunt today. Would you like to use the Hot Wheel?"

[The BranRiech]

"Please, I just never want to think what would happen if I was on his side, you know? Losing all the money and not even knowing why. WOuld you want to feel that way, used and betrayed?" Rylli asked and waited for their car.

[Giovenith]

"Please, I just never want to think what would happen if I was on his side, you know? Losing all the money and not even knowing why. WOuld you want to feel that way, used and betrayed?" Rylli asked and waited for their car.

"I have felt that way before," said Loki, again shrugging with impenetrable casualness. "I've done worse. I've seen worse. I've been through worse. But if that's what you want to do, than I'm not one to stop another's will."

The car reappeared.

"Keep it if you want," he said, relaxing again with a smile. "Little souvenir."

OOC: Be back in about an hour!

[The BranRiech]

"Thank you, dearly, Loki." Rylli smiled gratefully and went to shake his hand. But first, she piled all the groceries into the car and then went over to the man.

OOC: Pause until then?

[AETEN II]

"Only if it's fast," Dora replied, winking. She paused briefly to look around the huge space - things always looked different from the inside.

(With AETEN's approval)

The train turned out to be a blocky, substantial thing inside a blocky void. A staggeringly large number of white-armored figures, several cargo pallets, and a few light vehicles here and there throughout the length of the transport system. Ozzall led Dora onto one of the compartments.

The repulsorlifts activated with a low thrumming that made Dora bite her tongue and glance sideways at the Stormtrooper, and then they were in motion. The blur racing by was reminiscent of a power-enhanced run. It came to a stop, though, in a chamber almost as large as the boat bay. Some budging and commotion occurred as a number of the troops exited with the vehicles, as did the clone and the PI.

Ozzall led Dora off the large internal cargo train and gestured over to the massive vehicle bay before them. Coated in the same glossy pitch-black unknown material that Dora has seen in the hangar, the massive room was larger than numerous football fields. However, were the ceiling not visible, most would have missed this fact due to the entire room being filled with vehicles closely lined up against each other. Large repulsor-driven tanks were stored in shelves made to a giant- shuffled to and from the massive racks by large robotic arms. AT-ST's legs were curled up like a rabbit ready to spring and were either lined up on the ground or hung from the ceiling, casting cube-shaped shadows upon the ground. But most notable of all were the two great vehicles. AT-AT's were lined up like books along the far back of the vehicle bay, were it not for their mass and specially designed feet, one might fear that they would topple over like dominoes. Sparks lit up the great beasts as constant maintenance crews kept the mechanical monsters in pristine condition. One cluster of the blue sparks jumped across the ground and attracted Dora's attention to the mighty A6 Juggernauts that were lined up on the wall opposite of Dora. Easily more massive than the AT-AT's, tanks could be seen being driven up ramps into the bellies of the hulking behemoths of durasteel.

Turning to Dora while rubbing her shoulder Ozzall's eyes could be seen staring hungrily at the Juggernauts, obviously wanting the ability to command one.

"Well, what do you think?"

[Tiltjuice]

Ozzall led Dora off the large internal cargo train and gestured over to the massive vehicle bay before them. Coated in the same glossy pitch-black unknown material that Dora has seen in the hangar, the massive room was larger than numerous football fields. However, were the ceiling not visible, most would have missed this fact due to the entire room being filled with vehicles closely lined up against each other. Large repulsor-driven tanks were stored in shelves made to a giant- shuffled to and from the massive racks by large robotic arms. AT-ST's legs were curled up like a rabbit ready to spring and were either lined up on the ground or hung from the ceiling, casting cube-shaped shadows upon the ground. But most notable of all were the two great vehicles. AT-AT's were lined up like books along the far back of the vehicle bay, were it not for their mass and specially designed feet, one might fear that they would topple over like dominoes. Sparks lit up the great beasts as constant maintenance crews kept the mechanical monsters in pristine condition. One cluster of the blue sparks jumped across the ground and attracted Dora's attention to the mighty A6 Juggernauts that were lined up on the wall opposite of Dora. Easily more massive than the AT-AT's, tanks could be seen being driven up ramps into the bellies of the hulking behemoths of durasteel.

Turning to Dora while rubbing her shoulder Ozzall's eyes could be seen staring hungrily at the Juggernauts, obviously wanting the ability to command one.

"Well, what do you think?"

The overwhelming weight of metal held her attention. She'd seen things like them in the siege engines and warships of past wars, but she'd naturally never witnessed ordnance on this scale. A tank or an AT-AT probably was comparable to an aircraft carrier in mass, she estimated.

"Those things look like they could shake a building down to powder and shadows," she answered. "Will you ever get to run one of them?"

[New Aksarben]

"Thank you, dearly, Loki." Rylli smiled gratefully and went to shake his hand. But first, she piled all the groceries into the car and then went over to the man.

OOC: Pause until then?

Sig was stunned by everything going on, and not sure what to do at all. He suddenly remembered why most of his countrymen didn't trust Loki; He was an annoying ass. He looked over at Gio, for any hint at what to do.

[AETEN II]

Ozzall led Dora off the large internal cargo train and gestured over to the massive vehicle bay before them. Coated in the same glossy pitch-black unknown material that Dora has seen in the hangar, the massive room was larger than numerous football fields. However, were the ceiling not visible, most would have missed this fact due to the entire room being filled with vehicles closely lined up against each other. Large repulsor-driven tanks were stored in shelves made to a giant- shuffled to and from the massive racks by large robotic arms. AT-ST's legs were curled up like a rabbit ready to spring and were either lined up on the ground or hung from the ceiling, casting cube-shaped shadows upon the ground. But most notable of all were the two great vehicles. AT-AT's were lined up like books along the far back of the vehicle bay, were it not for their mass and specially designed feet, one might fear that they would topple over like dominoes. Sparks lit up the great beasts as constant maintenance crews kept the mechanical monsters in pristine condition. One cluster of the blue sparks jumped across the ground and attracted Dora's attention to the mighty A6 Juggernauts that were lined up on the wall opposite of Dora. Easily more massive than the AT-AT's, tanks could be seen being driven up ramps into the bellies of the hulking behemoths of durasteel.

Turning to Dora while rubbing her shoulder Ozzall's eyes could be seen staring hungrily at the Juggernauts, obviously wanting the ability to command one.

"Well, what do you think?"

The overwhelming weight of metal held her attention. She'd seen things like them in the siege engines and warships of past wars, but she'd naturally never witnessed ordnance on this scale. A tank or an AT-AT probably was comparable to an aircraft carrier in mass, she estimated.

"Those things look like they could shake a building down to powder and shadows," she answered. "Will you ever get to run one of them?"

Ozzall shook his head in slight internal disappointment, he'd wanted to get into the armor core for his love of explosions- but he was a conscript, not an enlistee.

"I'm infantry Dora. At best I get carried around by the Ah-Te-Ah-Te's over there." Ozzall noted while he pointed at the large quadruped mechs. "Which are large troop transports with some heavy cannon support. As an officer however, if I ever get dragged into combat and not put behind a desk- I'll get to use the Juggernauts over there a mobile command post. So not exactly driving per say, but commanding the driver. Of course if I'm promoted to the rank of Commander or higher at some point, I'll be leading an entire damn legion of troops. Thus, able to pull rank and do whatever the hell I want lest a high ranking Sith says otherwise."

[Tiltjuice]

Ozzall shook his head in slight internal disappointment, he'd wanted to get into the armor core for his love of explosions- but he was a conscript, not an enlistee.

"I'm infantry Dora. At best I get carried around by the Ah-Te-Ah-Te's over there." Ozzall noted while he pointed at the large quadruped mechs. "Which are large troop transports with some heavy cannon support. As an officer however, if I ever get dragged into combat and not put behind a desk- I'll get to use the Juggernauts over there a mobile command post. So not exactly driving per say, but commanding the driver. Of course if I'm promoted to the rank of Commander or higher at some point, I'll be leading an entire damn legion of troops. Thus, able to pull rank and do whatever the hell I want lest a high ranking Sith says otherwise."

Dora grinned. "Well, you're an ambitious guy in an ambitious society. Or so it seems. So, you'll probably make it. How long would that take?" She followed his gesture to the mechs, associating the name and the machine.

[AETEN II]

Ozzall shook his head in slight internal disappointment, he'd wanted to get into the armor core for his love of explosions- but he was a conscript, not an enlistee.

"I'm infantry Dora. At best I get carried around by the Ah-Te-Ah-Te's over there." Ozzall noted while he pointed at the large quadruped mechs. "Which are large troop transports with some heavy cannon support. As an officer however, if I ever get dragged into combat and not put behind a desk- I'll get to use the Juggernauts over there a mobile command post. So not exactly driving per say, but commanding the driver. Of course if I'm promoted to the rank of Commander or higher at some point, I'll be leading an entire damn legion of troops. Thus, able to pull rank and do whatever the hell I want lest a high ranking Sith says otherwise."

Dora grinned. "Well, you're an ambitious guy in an ambitious society. Or so it seems. So, you'll probably make it. How long would that take?" She followed his gesture to the mechs, associating the name and the machine.

"Exemplary service and constant feats of combat and tactical prowess. Essentially, to put it crudely, you have to be a ludicrously good badass to get that kind of position. Of course you could also whack the guy above you and cover it up, but I'm not one for backstabbing. So when another major wars comes up- I'll be leading from the front and engaging the enemy personally- as always. Dangerous, but it's fun as hell and a nice way to earn medals. Preferably not the ones for getting a leg blown off."

Ozzall then led Dora back to the train, stepping onto a recently arrived car along with a hundred other soldiers dressed in a variety of uniforms and armor.

[Germanic Templars]

"Wings? Oh wait, you still keep your wings out don't you during normal times?"

"Um, yeah. Klaus' curse. I can hide them and take on a human form for a little while, but not very long. The tent revival for the werejesus resurrected people was pretty much my limit." She screwed up her face and concentrated. One wing disappeared with a pop followed by the second wing. A small golden band appeared above her head and landed on top with a heavy "thunk".

"Oh, fucking Nazi bastard," Xanthe groused. She adjusted the cheesy halo so it looked like a strange hat. "He has a sick sense of humor. Shall we go inside?"

"Oh I am sure we can find a way to fix that for you some day." He lead her inside the store and scanned the area.

[Tiltjuice]

"Exemplary service and constant feats of combat and tactical prowess. Essentially, to put it crudely, you have to be a ludicrously good badass to get that kind of position. Of course you could also whack the guy above you and cover it up, but I'm not one for backstabbing. So when another major wars comes up- I'll be leading from the front and engaging the enemy personally- as always. Dangerous, but it's fun as hell and a nice way to earn medals. Preferably not the ones for getting a leg blown off."

Ozzall then led Dora back to the train, stepping onto a recently arrived car along with a hundred other soldiers dressed in a variety of uniforms and armor.

"Oh, don't worry. You're too...fit for anything bad to happen," Dora rejoined. "Plus, at the rate it sounds like you fight, you'll be there in no time. In one piece, if I've anything to say about it."

She looked around. "So, where to next?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Oh I am sure we can find a way to fix that for you some day." He lead her inside the store and scanned the area.

"If you could fix it, I'd be delighted," Xanthe sighed and looked around.

"Very nice," she smiled. "I could live with this." The clean lines and simple style felt cozy to her. "I suppose we just need a few things? Other than a bed, maybe a table and some chairs? A comfy couch?"

[Germanic Templars]

"Oh I am sure we can find a way to fix that for you some day." He lead her inside the store and scanned the area.

"If you could fix it, I'd be delighted," Xanthe sighed and looked around.

"Very nice," she smiled. "I could live with this." The clean lines and simple style felt cozy to her. "I suppose we just need a few things? Other than a bed, maybe a table and some chairs? A comfy couch?"

"All of that sums it up. Oh how about two out door chairs for the balcony?"

[Giovenith]

OOC: I'm baaaaaaaaack! Shh, you don't have to cry anymore...

"No problem," waved off the god. "You've got a good head of honor on your shoulders, girly."

"Bye-Bye Loki!" said Giovenith cheerfully, being daring enough to give him a hug.

"Uh huh, yup, nice seeing you again too, kid," He patted her head. "Don't give your mom any heart attacks now... or, you know... whatever she has."