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by Urran » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:02 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:05 pm
Erucia wrote:"...Wha...? N-Never mind....", Ray began to mumble out as he tried to catch his balance. He stumbled to his feet and leaned against the tube, breathing in heavily. Despite the foul odor in the room, he felt as if he was catching his life back with each breath. Better yet, he was starting to even get used to the horrid stench: aside from the assorted pieces and slabs of glop all over his body, he was fine. Well, that and the recovering nausea.
However, he soon began to notice rather...odd...changes to his body as he looked it over. Glancing down at his hands, the fur felt heavier and thicker: it wasn't merely grown-out human hair, it was almost canine in appearance and touch. The gray fur splattered along his arms and onto his hands, which hosted another change. Ray noticed that his fingernails were now tinted a midnight black, and seemed to be quite pointed. They were almost claw-like in appearance, and touching the tips revealed that they could cause cuts if pressed hard enough.
And thus, several other changes were observed. Ray's tail was now little over two feet in length, and even reacted at a 100% accuracy to the new muscles and nerves that Ray had under his control. Black, claw-like nails were also featured on his feet, which like his hands, remained largely human-like (even still excluding pads). Upon his snout, which felt much more natural for obvious reasons, Ray felt at stubble along his fur-line that could only have been described as the forming of light whisker groupings. Inside of his mouth, razored canines sat amongst his standard human set, and even poked out of his mouth at times.
Checking his tongue by sticking it out, Ray soon was greeted by a longer and somewhat flatter tongue, one that he could fully extend out of his mouth (unlike his former human one). It held density that was not usually found in the canine tongue, yet its length was more attributed to the former than a human's. His new nose was naturally wet, and keen ears could chime in and listen to things not regularly heard when Ray was a mere human.
For he was now truly a furry: something that both excited and somewhat saddened Ray. It was the sign that he'd actually lost some of his humanity, although arguably he'd gained something far better and more of an advantage in return.
...But, the new and improved sight didn't really help him when he spotted hunks of his old flesh sitting on the table, and he once again began to hack out stomach acid at the disgusting and repulsive sight.
by Erucia » Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:23 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"We'll take that as a 'thank you'. I don't know why you mammals choose to express it by distributing your guts across our floor." Gretta said as she picked Ray up by the scruff of his neck and set him upright.
"Don't worry, the price for your return to life has already been paid." Neil assured with a smirk.
The mass of flesh vanished once more but in a shock of energy emitted from overhanging apparatuses that pulled space-time together before letting it go, but with the pile on the other side of the pinch (which was the kitchen).
"Peace, like war, must be waged."
- George Clooney, 60'th Anniversary of UN PeacekeepingI wear teal, blue pink & red for Swith.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:42 pm
Primordial Luxa wrote:She didn't mind him picking up the check, her pride being something that she cared little about. "Depends on where you go" she replied as they began to leave "Regalia, Pendragon, and New England are quite sunny,but then theirs places like Reala and Heden that are chemical wastelands filled with rad storms. Seeth is constantly rainy, Aternal is a frozen mountainscape, Talos is entirely industrialized and Natlus is a desert."
by Primordial Luxa » Tue Oct 08, 2013 7:43 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Primordial Luxa wrote:She didn't mind him picking up the check, her pride being something that she cared little about. "Depends on where you go" she replied as they began to leave "Regalia, Pendragon, and New England are quite sunny,but then theirs places like Reala and Heden that are chemical wastelands filled with rad storms. Seeth is constantly rainy, Aternal is a frozen mountainscape, Talos is entirely industrialized and Natlus is a desert."
"Sounds delightful, I'll have to visit sometime." Arthur replied and now he made his move as they got up to leave.
"How about we find a reason not to put my pant's back on yet." he suggested with a suggestive tone.
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Tiltjuice » Tue Oct 08, 2013 7:45 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:Owing to her user's tiredness at the time, and an error in reading, Dimitrus had to use her wit/bluff to avoid Dia's wrath.
"You bear the mark of Conservators. I know Dora, not personally, through friends. I also know that a man, Luce, I believe, doesn't seem particularly interested in other people. The only other Conservator that I know of is Chrys, so I deducted that it was her. Sorry about that."
Swith Witherward wrote:Tiltjuice wrote:The shorter blonde took Hans' arm. Outside of battle, she really looked like nothing special, and they seemed to be just another couple strolling along.
"I'm always game for a drink," she chimed, smiling lightly. "Lead on, then, sir! Let's drink, and then find this Yuri."Hans was more than happy to comply.
Autumn leaves crunched under their feet as they journeyed to Chaos. The sun was slowly sinking towards the ocean, tinging the pavement orange. The cultist glanced at the Conservator who'd stood bravely to oppose Toshi's minions. Inspiration struck him and he let go of her arm and hopped onto the wooden bench that marked a trolly stop.
He removed his cap, placed it over his hear and cleared his throat.
"Kampf gegen das Böse in der düsteren Nacht
Ihr Leben ... bleibt im Schatten
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.
Sie erfüllt ihre heilige Pflicht
Die Erfüllung Eid ... Diese Schlacht Maiden
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.
Sie tragen die Last der Welt auf ihren Schultern
Aber sie ist immer allein
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.
Sie steht gegen Krieg, furchtlos
Mutig und kühn
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.
Nie Teil dessen, was sie kämpft, um zu sparen
Zeit der Tochter
Ihr Leben ist Opfer.
Ich bin nur ein Mensch
Ich bin nichts im Vergleich zu Ihnen
Ich bin für Sie da."
He bowed, laughing as he put his cap back on.
"Well, now we go for a beer."
by Torsiedelle » Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:11 pm
by Swith Witherward » Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:20 pm
Cerillium wrote:Minerva would awake a few hours (and a house call from Ogoti) later to find herself in her night things and tucked into bed. It was early evening and fading sunlight filtered through the lace curtains to warm her.
The cuckoo clock chimed on the wall beside her. The two-toned note mixed with the laughter of a small child playing in the garden outside their apartment. She would turn three that autumn.
The BranRiech wrote:Yuna, who was, in fact, sitting cross-legged on the forest floor, cared not for her robes which were quite dirty by this time of crawling around. Her book was a bit more full than it was, with various bookmarks sticking out now, for information that would be filled in later. She didn't notice Will until he addressed her.
She only looked up because the accent intrigued her.
"Ello'." She tried imitating the accent while the man explained who he was and who he worked for. She did remember Minerva, the woman who taught her how to make quite the poison. "M-my brother is letting you borrow me? Alright . . . What am I needed for?"
Despite her few concerns, she got up and dusted herself off to follow.
Giovenith wrote:"Hmm," she huffed, processing everything Yoshi said. Violence against Torii as well? This wouldn't do. Giovenith disliked being mistaken about people she had held in favor, but would not be in denial of the obvious. Words would have to be said, later. "I know, Yoshi. Few people do find fighting fun. You did what you did though, don't dwell on it while you are still bleeding."
They reached the door of the clinic just as one of the paper birds gave a distressed toot, falling to the ground, soaked with Yoshi's blood. The paper just couldn't handle anymore, and more would soon follow. Giovenith had the swarm gently place Yoshi down, before having them disperse off into the halls (she was not recollecting bloody paper; they would either dispose of themselves, or find their way back into her possession).
"Hello?" she called. "Excuse me, person bleeding severely here."
Tiltjuice wrote:Chrys laughed also, applauding lightly. The German poem - she didn't know what it meant, but the sounds carried a power and meaning all by themselves.
Just prior to entering Chaos, she reached up and patted Hans' shoulder affectionately, before opening the door for him.
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and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:24 pm
by Giovenith » Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:28 pm
by Tiltjuice » Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:31 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:The Protegé blinked a few times. She wasnt used to bear-hugs, or physical contact in general...
She guessed that Dia was no real harm. She needed to find Drova and Octavian, though she wouldn't mind joining Dia, either.
"Perhaps together? I still think that it would only be appropriate to check in on my comrades."
Swith Witherward wrote:Tiltjuice wrote:Chrys laughed also, applauding lightly. The German poem - she didn't know what it meant, but the sounds carried a power and meaning all by themselves.
Just prior to entering Chaos, she reached up and patted Hans' shoulder affectionately, before opening the door for him.
"Danke," he bowed as she opened the door, and stepped inside the restaurant.
It seemed fairly quiet. There was a small group of odd creatures gathered at the bar upstairs. They seemed to be enjoying mead. The cultist peered at Chrys and shrugged. "Shall we go there, or just head downstairs to the main bar?"
The music hadn't started up yet, of course. It was still early evening. The club didn't kick into full swing until after 9 PM.
by New Aksarben » Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:04 pm
Erucia wrote:Ray stumbled around for a few moments when he was plopped back on his feet, trying to regain his balance while holding his head and fighting back the ill feelings that were plaguing him. But after a bit, he found himself recovering. He began to wipe at his fur and gave another disgusted expression, since he clearly wanted to rid of whatever the gunk that was plastered onto his fur was. He hadn't actually noticed whether Albert or Jacob were in the room with him, since his sense of location was still a bit disorientated. All he wanted to do was to go home, take a shower, and maybe get something into his system.
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
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Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
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Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:28 pm
New Aksarben wrote:Ray soon would know that Albert was indeed still there. Mainly because the personification's fist impacted with Ray's fuzzy cheek almost out of nowhere. Albert had basically rushed across the room after coming to his senses, and punched Ray in the face. His punch wasn't very rough, though. It could cause a bruise, but that definitely wasn't Albert's intention. He would never deliberately cause Ray harm. But he was not very rational right now. His boyfriend had just came back to life again, after all!
"Dammit Ray! Why did you have to get killed like that! I mean really, what are the chances that a horse would fall on you! I'm not meaning to be rude or anything, but dammit, Ray! I can't live without you! If you actually died, I don't know how I could go on! Just be glad that Jacob and I were able to get the raptors to help...... I.... Ray. I love you. And losing you forever would have been unbearable....But Don't you ever get yourself killed again! The raptors might ask for even more next time! And negotiating with them would be like negotiating with Pluto!"
Tears were streaming down Albert's face as he spoke, continuing for several more minutes about the same stuff. He had been bottling up his frustration and anger and distress about Ray dying so suddenly, and seeing Ray again had made his emotions overflow. He reached the point he even lapsed back into Latin in his words. Albert's entire body trembled, and his tail was lying on the floor behind him. His ears were flat against his head, as well. His face plainly displayed his intense and conflicted feelings about this whole situation. His normal reserved appearance was no where to be found, as he simply couldn't keep these emotions hidden.
Then Albert decided to simply shut up, and embrace his boyfriend. Albert didn't care if Ray was covered in strange goop. He simply wanted to feel Ray's fur again. Hugging him would prove to Albert that Ray was truly back, and hopefully for good this time. Albert continued sobbing as he held onto Ray tightly for several moments. His tail subconsciously wrapped itself around Ray's leg, and his conflicted emotions slowly began to smooth out simply by having contact with Ray again.
After a minute or so, Albert grabbed a hold of Ray's face with one of his hands, and kissed him. He continued sobbing as he did so, but it was more tears of joy now than anything. After breaking it, he stared slightly upwards at Ray's eyes. He had calmed down enough by now to speak more coherently and calmly, so he did so. "Puppy.... Raymond..... I'm so damn glad your back. I know you weren't gone very long, but just the same. I missed you intensely. Please don't get yourself killed again. I couldn't stand it another time. And I don't think I could really join you in death...."
Meanwhile, Jacob thought it would be best to take his leave of this and head back to the building to get clothes. And to possibly find Dora. Mainly because he wanted to ask her a few things. And discuss the things that his... ehem... 'episode' a while ago(y'know, when he kicked Albert out the window?) had brought to the surface of his mind. He simply had to talk them out with someone, and Dora seemed like the best idea, seeing as some of them concerned her. So the personification looked over to Neil and Gretta, partially to make sure they were still in the room before speaking.
"Neil, Gretta, Thanks for reviving Ray for my brother. I don't think he'll remember to thank you, so I might as well do so for him. He seems quite happy that Ray's back anyway. Also, I think its about time I head back to the Building to get some clothes on and to find my other friends. Thanks for everything though." He gave a deep bow of respect to the two. They had helped him and his brother twice now, and that made Jacob afford them quite a deal of respect. "Now, um.... Which way is the way to the front door?"
by Swith Witherward » Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:35 pm
Giovenith wrote:"Something about an encounter over Prince Octavian striking his younger sister," explained Giovenith, trotting up but remaining at distance to leave soon. "He told me that he only wanted to talk about it, but that Octavian turned it into a physical confrontation. Yoshi says he won, but as is obvious, badly wounded."
As Yoshi was for sure in good hands, Giovenith was debating just how she would go about with her dealing with Octavian. From her own encounters with the Aksarben prince, she did not believe that he would strike her as well, but then again, she had not believed he would have struck Yoshi or Torii either. Obviously running up to his door just as Yoshi had was out of the question. Silence, however, seemed to her like a negligent response. This would take some thinking.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Erucia » Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:48 pm
New Aksarben wrote:Ray soon would know that Albert was indeed still there. Mainly because the personification's fist impacted with Ray's fuzzy cheek almost out of nowhere. Albert had basically rushed across the room after coming to his senses, and punched Ray in the face. His punch wasn't very rough, though. It could cause a bruise, but that definitely wasn't Albert's intention. He would never deliberately cause Ray harm. But he was not very rational right now. His boyfriend had just came back to life again, after all!
"Dammit Ray! Why did you have to get killed like that! I mean really, what are the chances that a horse would fall on you! I'm not meaning to be rude or anything, but dammit, Ray! I can't live without you! If you actually died, I don't know how I could go on! Just be glad that Jacob and I were able to get the raptors to help...... I.... Ray. I love you. And losing you forever would have been unbearable....But Don't you ever get yourself killed again! The raptors might ask for even more next time! And negotiating with them would be like negotiating with Pluto!"
Tears were streaming down Albert's face as he spoke, continuing for several more minutes about the same stuff. He had been bottling up his frustration and anger and distress about Ray dying so suddenly, and seeing Ray again had made his emotions overflow. He reached the point he even lapsed back into Latin in his words. Albert's entire body trembled, and his tail was lying on the floor behind him. His ears were flat against his head, as well. His face plainly displayed his intense and conflicted feelings about this whole situation. His normal reserved appearance was no where to be found, as he simply couldn't keep these emotions hidden.
Then Albert decided to simply shut up, and embrace his boyfriend. Albert didn't care if Ray was covered in strange goop. He simply wanted to feel Ray's fur again. Hugging him would prove to Albert that Ray was truly back, and hopefully for good this time. Albert continued sobbing as he held onto Ray tightly for several moments. His tail subconsciously wrapped itself around Ray's leg, and his conflicted emotions slowly began to smooth out simply by having contact with Ray again.
After a minute or so, Albert grabbed a hold of Ray's face with one of his hands, and kissed him. He continued sobbing as he did so, but it was more tears of joy now than anything. After breaking it, he stared slightly upwards at Ray's eyes. He had calmed down enough by now to speak more coherently and calmly, so he did so. "Puppy.... Raymond..... I'm so damn glad your back. I know you weren't gone very long, but just the same. I missed you intensely. Please don't get yourself killed again. I couldn't stand it another time. And I don't think I could really join you in death...."
Meanwhile, Jacob thought it would be best to take his leave of this and head back to the building to get clothes. And to possibly find Dora. Mainly because he wanted to ask her a few things. And discuss the things that his... ehem... 'episode' a while ago(y'know, when he kicked Albert out the window?) had brought to the surface of his mind. He simply had to talk them out with someone, and Dora seemed like the best idea, seeing as some of them concerned her. So the personification looked over to Neil and Gretta, partially to make sure they were still in the room before speaking.
"Neil, Gretta, Thanks for reviving Ray for my brother. I don't think he'll remember to thank you, so I might as well do so for him. He seems quite happy that Ray's back anyway. Also, I think its about time I head back to the Building to get some clothes on and to find my other friends. Thanks for everything though." He gave a deep bow of respect to the two. They had helped him and his brother twice now, and that made Jacob afford them quite a deal of respect. "Now, um.... Which way is the way to the front door?"
"Peace, like war, must be waged."
- George Clooney, 60'th Anniversary of UN PeacekeepingI wear teal, blue pink & red for Swith.
by Torsiedelle » Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:51 pm
by Tiltjuice » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:00 pm
by Swith Witherward » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:14 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:The party of creatures seemed rather closed-off. She eyed their weapons, and decided not to bother with starting unnecessary fights. Tonight, anyway.
"How about the main bar? I haven't been down there in quite a while...have you? I don't see many of you in Chaos," Chrys commented, as she made for the staircase.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by New Aksarben » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:29 pm
Erucia wrote:Having just gotten back up onto his feet and stabilized somewhat, Ray was feeling that he was getting back on track and could continue on with his attempts. However, this was disrupted by the blow delivered to the side of his face. It knocked him off balance and sent him waddling backwards like an overwhelmed penguin, and he barely succeeded in regaining what little balance he had before toppling over onto one of the various assorted objects of science within the room.
This was a rather odd greeting from your lover, who was supposed to miss you dearly. Ray looked incredibly upset, considering that he'd gone through an awful lot to come back to this nonsense. He kept at a distance of a half-meter away from Albert, listening in to the rambling that his lover devolved into. It was depressing yet somewhat reassuring that his death could cause this to Albert, but Ray was quickly growing tired of the yelling treatment he was receiving. It was as if he'd been pulled back from beyond the brink, and the only thing that the person he cared about the most all of a sudden was yelling in convoluted and improper sentences.
Ray was getting quite tired of listening to it, and his love was even being broken away by gradual annoyance and dislike. But, it was all set back when Albert turned his actions around and simply did what Ray'd expected (and wanted) in the first place. The well-placed kiss, the love-talk: it was bringing down Ray's nerves and keeping him from setting off too badly. But more than that, his emotions on the loving side of his heart were brought to bear, and he soon began to sob into Albert's arms. The self-pitied grey fox, weeping against his sobbing love.
"...O-Oh shut up, for fuck's sake....", he muttered out through chokes, eventually bringing his head into full-contact with Albert's. Reddened eyes displayed a strange anger in them, brought on by the sudden treatment. "S-Stop it with the stupid cr-crap you're giving me now...The hell do I de-deserve this for? I get brought back from Heaven so that you can beat me and scream at me? Is this your id-idea of a good welcoming?!
"What the hell is wrong wi-with you? Don't give me this half-angry, ha-...half-sobbing act! I love y-you, for Christ's sake. But don't think that I'll put up with you treating me like your stuffed wolf!", Ray's frustration at the immediate situation melted on in. Set off by the flurry of emotions entering into the fray, the angered and confused side took over as he shoved Albert back with all of his power: his new body didn't include any of the wear and tear that the old one did, and thus it contained rather potent strength. It was quickly turning into a scene in the lab, one that was quickly offsetting the hospitality offered by the raptors.
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Although they didn't take the Pluto comment lightly, the let it slide. They did not ming that their guests were indecent, because clothes were merely a status symbol to them, and right now they were feeling pretty superior with labcoats and suits.
"You are welcome, it is but a hobby of course. Scarface will show you out." Neil answered as the towering brute opened the door.
The two held back their grins as they were thanked, shown resect. They may have been far from good upstanding individuals, but they were not entirely vicious malevolent monsters either. Even through their bizarre logic, respect was respected.
"And don't forget that you all are welcome to join us for dinner." Gretta added as the hallway back to the front door seemed much shorter than coming in.
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by Torsiedelle » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:49 pm
by AETEN II » Tue Oct 08, 2013 11:00 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:AETEN II wrote:A flood of memories rushed into Volturius' brain, none of which were pleasant and all of which stung with the potency of a severe burn further raked across hot coals. Burying the forced exile and betrayal of his brothers was impossible- its remaining lurking shadow was incapable of being banished, only the pleasantries of worshiping the Prince of Excess staved off the memories. Ironic, considering it was adherence to Chaos dogma and worship of the Dark Gods that caused his brothers to force him from the warband in the first place.
"I'd rather not unearth the memories of such a painful and dishonorable variety. It is only through service and distraction that I am able to prevent myself from reflecting upon them daily, and it is a struggle enough." Volturius hissed with a slightly venomous tone- although not directed at Tipper, and rather at the memories of his brothers. More notable, if not frightening was his knuckles- devoid even of his pale color of skin. Clenched tightly, Tipper, even with foggy eyes or the trace of a hand, could sense the bulged veins that erupted from his knuckles out of tension caused by the retrieval of the damned memories.
A warm hand caressed Volturius’ face. Tipper’s fingertips traced the frown that had formed on his brow before brushing his temple to settle on his cheek. The static in their tether troubled her more than even his blanched knuckles and angry hiss. It brought goosebumps to her naked flesh.
“Listen. Listen! Pain becomes pleasure, beloved. No memory can pain you if you embrace it. To deny it is to deny the aching behind it. To do that is to overlook the perfection to be gained from accepting it. No act, no savagery, no crime, no lament and no sorrow is so great that the Prince of Pleasure can’t use it to hone your mind. Distraction is of Tze. Denying it while serving is the mantra of Khorne’s pissants. Festering in it is the craft of Nurgle.”
She placed her other hand on his opposite cheek but she lacked the strength to move his head. The ropy muscles in his neck held more power than her tiny arms could ever hope to overcome. Instead, she allowed her touch to become an extension of her heart. It was forceful and fierce, a manifestation of her pride in him.
“You listen to me, Lord Volturius, Chapter Master. I am Calista of Usseio. I am a Seer. I know my craft. That boy, Zion? The one who Hears just as I See? He knew. Maybe you don’t realize it, but I know pain. I remember. I carry painful memories. I recall what occurred when my previous mate died. I see things and recall things and hear the hydraulics as that fucking menace mowed them all down. I am Calista of Usseio, and I allowed that pain to blight my thoughts until all I knew was that sound. Tipper: I named myself after the thing that tore my soul and crushed my heart. Now I bear that name with better understanding. I am Tipper. I overcame that thing. I bear the sound of death because I didn’t know what it meant to live until I’d endured that crucible. My pain is my fuel.
“Are you listening, beloved? Are you hearing?” Her prismatic eyes bored into his and her face became stern despite her gentle beauty. She would never have dared to challenge any Astartes in such a way, but Volturius was more than an Astartes. He was her heart’s treasure and confidant. He was the center of her world, more significant to her than even her devotion to her god.
“Yet you spoke of dishonor just now with a tongue that wasn’t gifted to you until that fateful day that brought you into my life? Whatever past dishonor exists, our god obviously was willing to forgive it. Forgive yourself. Tear open that wound and let the pain fully manifest. Volturius will never walk alone so long as his Calista stands beside him. I will hold the pain of those memories for you. I’ll bear the pain of an entire legion and not quell. That is my power, beloved, and meaning no disrespect, but it’s about damn time you understood the gift our god gave you when he brought us together."
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Swith Witherward » Wed Oct 09, 2013 12:38 am
The BranRiech wrote:"Hmm, well, I like great things." Yuna smiled brightly, still imitating the accent of the man who'd come to collect her, because he brother lost a fight. She didn't know though, so ignorance was probably quite blissful for her.
"Fall? I don't believe I know what Fall is, what's falling?" She asked, unfamiliar with earth's surface seasons. She hadn't time to read up on it, and English in books was somewhat confusing to her.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Wed Oct 09, 2013 1:50 am
The BranRiech wrote:"Gah!" Drova punched a wall again, nearly breaking at least something in it. He glided into his bed and buried his face in the pillows, trimmed Orange, like quite a bit of the things in his room. He hadn't any statues of himself though, so in his eyes, it was a simple room. But then again, he never wanted any of himself anyways and-
Wait, he was going to lose his sister! Why was he thinking about statues?!
Torsiedelle wrote:"Oh, please...I'd rather save your beauty for later.", Katya replied. "Maybe once Tora has gone? As for the laptop, it's under the bed, on the right side."
She went back to her business with the tea.
Torsiedelle wrote:"Prince Octavian of Aksarben, I believe.", Dimitrus mumbled. She wasn't very fond of the man yet, though she didn't think he could be that bad.
Swith Witherward wrote:"Hehehe!" Hans couldn't help it. There was some irony in her statement. The former-Nazis were hard to spot, certainly, but not seeing many of them in Chaos (the pantheon itself) was an indication that they were doing an excellent job with their subterfuge.
"We're all over Chaos," he replied as they went down the steps, "But we're banned in the restaurant and bar itself. For one, we have large numbers. For another, we had our own bar in the Vaffelhelm ruins before the division between Klaus and Atosh. It was a lovely spot, I think. Very much a 1930's officer's club. We even had period entertainment. But now? Well, you saw the state of our quarters. It's dull. Life is dull. We need a new cabaret. But where? Where do you find a place for hundreds of men in Nazi uniforms to go without drawing attention to themselves?"
He sat at the bar and ordered them a pitcher of beer. "It isn't like we can take the uniforms off for long. We can't. They're part of what keeps us intact. That's why they shift with us. Some of us can go a long while without one. I can. But others? No. They remain in the uniforms and only take them off to bathe, and that doesn't happen often. The uniform stops the daemons from mutating their hosts' bodies. Mineva's lads are the same. So are Fritz's men."
The cultist rested his elbows on the bar and peered at Chrys. "But maybe your group is the same? You're time cops all the time, in uniform all the time, a job to do. Just like the poem, ja? You're alone because the uniform forms you. Dipping a toe into the real world means having to take the uniform off, in a sense. It's your sacrifice, ja? To serve, to work, to battle for people who don't even realize you're there, and to do so knowing that they'll either disbelieve in what you are or else see you as something other than who you are inside. So, the uniform becomes everything. And Chrys, just like Hans, does her duty first and sacrifices all else. It's a dull life. Sure, we make friends with people outside our organizations, but they never really understand us. And, they grow old and die while we remain the same. Gets lonely, without only your brothers to talk to."
by Swith Witherward » Wed Oct 09, 2013 2:45 am
Tiltjuice wrote:The normally effervescent Conservator paused on her bar stool and thought seriously, with a mien far closer to Luce's air of quiet contemplation. It was true, she thought, Hans' words. The words of her own reply dropped, one at a time, into the relatively still air of the club.
"It is what it is...we didn't sign up for the glory, you and I. At the end of it all, that's not such a bad thing, is it? To live or die in a noble cause?" She paused to gaze down at her reflection in the polished bar top. Yet unchanged, those eyes. Unmarred by wrinkles at the corners. No true white in the white-golden hair. All despite the fact that those who had been seen through the eyes, those who had given her a new name and a new sense of self, were long gone to the ravages of time. Was this what had prompted Dora to quit while she could? An attempt to make a life for herself among friends who would share her remaining lifespan?
"Troopers like myself rarely get called out to deal with ordinary people. If that happens, the situation is really, truly dire," Chrys said, as much to herself as to Hans. "The last time I left our main barracks was seventy years ago. Up until the invasions by the King in Yellow and the Drones, I haven't talked to someone who isn't a Conservator. Or fought with, or slept with. Something of a - No, it is a travesty, plain and simple. It's why I envy Luce and Dora for what they're able to do. Break away from us because he's supposed to travel the world, and she's daring enough to give up eternal life for love. I can't, and won't. But I'm thankful for the chance to be here, if only because I can get to know Hans. It's a start. We're both from these people, but no longer of them, and so we both tend to think of them as apart from us."
She signaled the bartender for a round of beers. The conversation was, as always, best continued over alcohol.
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by Cerillium » Wed Oct 09, 2013 3:33 am
Swith Witherward wrote:Minerva pressed her face against the cool cotton pillowcase and breathed in. Her lungs felt clear. Her skin didn't feel so badly, either. She pushed herself from the mattress and sat up.
The open window brought autumn scents to her. The Laburnum tree, which always presented the yard with heady perfume in the spring, was slowly loosing its leaves. The branches swayed on the breeze and caused the sunlight to dapple on her sheets. She shuffled out of bed and propped her elbows on the window ledge, looking out into the rest of the garden.
Naomi did a wonderful job tending it. It was almost like a fairytale setting, with gravel footpaths that lead the wanderer on a quiet and contemplative journey through a cottage setting. Minerva had always been impressed by the amount of detail Naomi put into each aspect. She believed the godling did it to give Eva a place to play, although she wasn't sure if the troubled child appreciated the small table and chairs under the dense willow branches, or the toad holes made from broken pottery. Eva was perhaps too old and too scarred to find solace in those things? Minerva wasn't certain.
She craned her neck and spotted a towhead child running down a path of heliotrope still in bloom. The cherry and vanilla flower clusters cast fragrance into the air as the child stooped to touch them. Sophie stood up and babbled something in German before attempting to pluck one of the purple clusters. The woody plant refused to yield and Minerva giggled. That's a losing battle, kiddo, she sighed to herself.
The cultist leader threw on her bathrobe and slippers and opened the French doors leading out into the garden. She still wasn't certain if Klaus was pleased or angry over her impromptu actions.
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