Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Giovenith]

After having quite the lovely conversation with her beautiful friend Yuna, Giovenith had decided that today was the day to do the next best thing after art: Soul searching! Or at the very least self-contemplation. ... Okay, the self-contemplation of a teenage mind, i.e., wild dreaming. It had never really been something she had been concerned about before, but since her time here at the apartment, seeing her friends build lives with themselves and one another and learning how to take care of herself, Giovenith had come to three core goals that she herself wanted to work towards:

1.) Become a renown artist
2.) Become a modern classy lady like she had seen in the mirror
3.) Become a great freerunner/traceuse

Giovenith mentally licked and sealed the envelope on these wishes, now mentally pumped, and feeling like quite the epic little individual. She could be what she wanted, if she was willing to shape it out. Obviously, to do this, the smartest thing to do was carefully practice so that she did not hurt herself go freerunning in the city. How hard could it be? She was dragon-blooded, if she had no problem flipping from tree branches whenever she wanted, how much difference could this be?

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Giovenith had been sorely mistaken.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow..." she whined, as she sat on the outside front steps and applied alcohol to one of the thousands of scrapes she had received from her stupid stunt.

[Swith Witherward]

Thriller laughed a bit when he heard about how he foiled Atosh's plot. "Well thank goodness my tiredness saved us. I thought you were acting a bit strange for a moment. Agrred, he is an annoying twit. Though he possibly needs some love in his life. Still we should possibly get the dog, that I think we shall get."

"I always act strange," Swith teased. "As for Atosh and love - I think he's seeing Sutra. Elohim save us all."

She sipped her coffee. "A dog would be nice. Let's surprise the twins with it."

[Tiltjuice]

After having quite the lovely conversation with her beautiful friend Yuna, Giovenith had decided that today was the day to do the next best thing after art: Soul searching! Or at the very least self-contemplation. ... Okay, the self-contemplation of a teenage mind, i.e., wild dreaming. It had never really been something she had been concerned about before, but since her time here at the apartment, seeing her friends build lives with themselves and one another and learning how to take care of herself, Giovenith had come to three core goals that she herself wanted to work towards:

1.) Become a renown artist
2.) Become a modern classy lady like she had seen in the mirror
3.) Become a great freerunner/traceuse

Giovenith mentally licked and sealed the envelope on these wishes, now mentally pumped, and feeling like quite the epic little individual. She could be what she wanted, if she was willing to shape it out. Obviously, to do this, the smartest thing to do was carefully practice so that she did not hurt herself go freerunning in the city. How hard could it be? She was dragon-blooded, if she had no problem flipping from tree branches whenever she wanted, how much difference could this be?

---

Giovenith had been sorely mistaken.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow..." she whined, as she sat on the outside front steps and applied alcohol to one of the thousands of scrapes she had received from her stupid stunt.

A rather bulky shadow fell over the godling, as Chrys' armored form wandered outside to enjoy the evening. It had been quite entertaining persuading a certain mischievous rabbit to toy with Yoshi's phone a bit, although it had taken some doing since he liked both Yoshi and Katya. (She'd managed to pull it off by telling him to do it to Dora's phone as well.)

A bag of potatoes in hand, she sat down next to Giovenith.

"Would you like one?" she offered, after spending a minute or two watching the teenager wincing.

[AETEN II]

"Well overall. I'll take any chance I can seize to sate my endless cravings for spilling blood and feasting upon enemies. My only concern is in payment and which means of servitude- we already receive payment from Chaos- and credit is better than worthless currencies. As for the Daemon Hosts? Eh. They're oddly tame for a host, and surprisingly seem to lack multiple limbs or random teeth sticking out of their body. Preferable to the ones that fought along with during the Crusade. Certainly not as crazy. My only grief is their lack of aggressive tactical planning, but beyond that they are far more preferable than any Daemons I've had fight along side before."

Volturius responded to Tipper while he swatted the door ahead of them open, allowing for entrance into the main lobby.

"The relationship between the two does seem odd however. For not only being rivals, but for a Slaanesh daemon host to be resisting the urges or even a Khorne daemon host are at best... a strange reversal."

"I don't understand it, really," Tipper said. "Perhaps it's not for us to know?" She walked into the lobby and yawned. "But one thing is for certain... nothing here is like it is in our own time. And I have to admit I like both ways equally."

She turned then and pulled on his wing. "Volturius, what should we name the baby?"

"Unsure. My head is a sea of names currently that all depend upon the gender of the child. I might leave the names to you if it is female, lest you pick something exceptionally ridiculous. I'm currently kicking around various 'V' names to create a tradition that started with my father's name- besides Night Lord heritage and its various traditions, there's no last name to pass down. Besides encounters with the Eldar- my knowledge of feminine names are few and are only from slaves on the ship- if their name was bothered to be learned. Obviously I would therefore default to your knowledge, which I hope you have."

[Giovenith]

A rather bulky shadow fell over the godling, as Chrys' armored form wandered outside to enjoy the evening. It had been quite entertaining persuading a certain mischievous rabbit to toy with Yoshi's phone a bit, although it had taken some doing since he liked both Yoshi and Katya. (She'd managed to pull it off by telling him to do it to Dora's phone as well.)

A bag of potatoes in hand, she sat down next to Giovenith.

"Would you like one?" she offered, after spending a minute or two watching the teenager wincing.

"A potato for me?" gasped Giovenith, eyes widening. She momentarily forgot her pain, as if this was the most awe-striking, heart-tugging gesture ever.

[Germanic Templars]

Thriller laughed a bit when he heard about how he foiled Atosh's plot. "Well thank goodness my tiredness saved us. I thought you were acting a bit strange for a moment. Agrred, he is an annoying twit. Though he possibly needs some love in his life. Still we should possibly get the dog, that I think we shall get."

"I always act strange," Swith teased. "As for Atosh and love - I think he's seeing Sutra. Elohim save us all."

She sipped her coffee. "A dog would be nice. Let's surprise the twins with it."

"Goodness, and he still acts likes an ass even when he is seeing someone. Anyway, sounds like a good idea to surprise the two with one. Now then, where is the pet store a breeder at?"

[Tiltjuice]

"A potato for me?" gasped Giovenith, eyes widening. She momentarily forgot her pain, as if this was the most awe-striking, heart-tugging gesture ever.

"Oh, definitely!" Chrys said cheerfully, nodding repeatedly. Inside her visor, her hair could be seen shaking all over the place. "Even pre-baked!" She handed it over.

[South Romagnia]

A few minutes later, when the police would have arrived, Torii was already long gone, and had left the incapacitated robber on the sidewalk. She was walking nonchalantly back to the apartment, and was nearing Gio and Chrys. She kept her head high, and some of the lights from the street glinted off of her shades.

[Giovenith]

"A potato for me?" gasped Giovenith, eyes widening. She momentarily forgot her pain, as if this was the most awe-striking, heart-tugging gesture ever.

"Oh, definitely!" Chrys said cheerfully, nodding repeatedly. Inside her visor, her hair could be seen shaking all over the place. "Even pre-baked!" She handed it over.

"Oooooo, nomnom!" squealed Giovenith, graciously taking the potato and marveling at it before biting directly into it like an apple.

[Tiltjuice]

"Oh, definitely!" Chrys said cheerfully, nodding repeatedly. Inside her visor, her hair could be seen shaking all over the place. "Even pre-baked!" She handed it over.

"Oooooo, nomnom!" squealed Giovenith, graciously taking the potato and marveling at it before biting directly into it like an apple.

Chrys beamed. "It's good, isn't it?"

She blinked at Torii, then nodded.

[AETEN II]

Once again at the large building, Dora took it in. It stood out from its neighbors, simply by its different architecture. That, and the two white-armored guards out front. She wondered idly if they were also clones. It seemed to fit the conformity culture. Monolithic building, faceless guards.

"Hi. Is Ozzall around?" she said, approaching them.

The guard snapped out of his slight catnap, easily hidden by the armor and the practice he'd put into locking his knees. The videos Ryik told him about certainly paid off in the long run.

"Inside. Currently checking over progress of an inbound flight. I'll send him a notice of your arrival." The Stormtrooper nodded to let Dora know that he actually registered her existence before silently sending Ozzall a signal in his officer room. The doors to the embassy then seamlessly opened and allowed Dora entrance. Meanwhile, Ozzall scrambled out of his seat and dashed over to the armory to ditch his armor in favor of civilian clothing.

[Giovenith]

"Oooooo, nomnom!" squealed Giovenith, graciously taking the potato and marveling at it before biting directly into it like an apple.

Chrys beamed. "It's good, isn't it?"

She blinked at Torii, then nodded.

"Mhmm," mmm'd Giovenith, munching on the potato and swallowing. "Potatoes are considered a natural comfort food you know. Hm? Hi Torii!" The girl waved over to her friend, already feeling much better despite her battered state.

[Tiltjuice]

The guard snapped out of his slight catnap, easily hidden by the armor and the practice he'd put into locking his knees. The videos Ryik told him about certainly paid off in the long run.

"Inside. Currently checking over progress of an inbound flight. I'll send him a notice of your arrival." The Stormtrooper nodded to let Dora know that he actually registered her existence before silently sending Ozzall a signal in his officer room. The doors to the embassy then seamlessly opened and allowed Dora entrance. Meanwhile, Ozzall scrambled out of his seat and dashed over to the armory to ditch his armor in favor of civilian clothing.

"Thanks," she said with a quick wave, before heading inside. She saw the same lobby display as before, and decided to check things out again while waiting for Ozzall. It was a short walk over, but even so, she didn't imagine there would be too long to wait for him.

"Mhmm," mmm'd Giovenith, munching on the potato and swallowing. "Potatoes are considered a natural comfort food you know. Hm? Hi Torii!" The girl waved over to her friend, already feeling much better despite her battered state.

"Oh, I know! I absolutely love them. Stuffed with cheese and bacon? They're the best!"

[South Romagnia]

"'Sup, guys?", Torii said. She stopped walking and pushed up her glasses. "Are those...potatoes?"

....

Katya walked over to the real estate offices to ask about buying commercial property.

[The BranRiech]

With Yoshi having other business to attend to, Rylli and Tolya left with a wave and a giggle, respectfully. They both made their ways back down to the shelter where Bran was no place to be found.

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Drova left as well.

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Bran was out walking in the night, wearing a black hoody and black jeans, trying a new style. He ended up bumping into Torii, looking rather shady with his hood over his head.

[Giovenith]

"Yeah, want some? Oh, if Chrys says it's okay," said Giovenith, remembering one should not offer things that were not their's to offer.

[Swith Witherward]

"Unsure. My head is a sea of names currently that all depend upon the gender of the child. I might leave the names to you if it is female, lest you pick something exceptionally ridiculous. I'm currently kicking around various 'V' names to create a tradition that started with my father's name- besides Night Lord heritage and its various traditions, there's no last name to pass down. Besides encounters with the Eldar- my knowledge of feminine names are few and are only from slaves on the ship- if their name was bothered to be learned. Obviously I would therefore default to your knowledge, which I hope you have."

Tipper nodded. "I have a vast repository of female names, most of them cultists. But, well," she trailed off a moment. "I don't know my matron's name. I was never told it. I recall your story, though, and I thought it might be a good tribute to she who bore you if we incorporated her name in."

[Tiltjuice]

"Yeah, want some? Oh, if Chrys says it's okay," said Giovenith, remembering one should not offer things that were not their's to offer.

"Potatoes potatoes potatoes!" said Chrys, ripping open the bag for them to take at will.

Bran was out walking in the night, wearing a black hoody and black jeans, trying a new style. He ended up bumping into Torii, looking rather shady with his hood over his head.

She tossed one at the strange figure.

OOC - Back after dinner.

[Swith Witherward]

"Goodness, and he still acts likes an ass even when he is seeing someone. Anyway, sounds like a good idea to surprise the two with one. Now then, where is the pet store a breeder at?"

"Getting laid will not relieve Atosh of his pent up hostility," Swith giggled. "Well, of that's what you're implying."

She shrugged at his next question. "I think there's a shop downtown. A few people got pets there before they went on holiday with Katya and Torii."

[Giovenith]

"Yummy, yummy, potatoes!" sang Giovenith, taking another bite of her snack. "So, nomnom, what you all doing out at this time?"

[South Romagnia]

"Yummy, yummy, potatoes!" sang Giovenith, taking another bite of her snack. "So, nomnom, what you all doing out at this time?"

Torii grinned and took off her shades. "I was just kickin' a robber's ass. And you?"

[Giovenith]

"Yummy, yummy, potatoes!" sang Giovenith, taking another bite of her snack. "So, nomnom, what you all doing out at this time?"

Torii grinned and took off her shades. "I was just kickin' a robber's ass. And you?"

"I, um..." she swallowed guiltily, observing her bruised and cut state from her, in-hindsight, incredibly dumb idea. "... tripped. I tripped and fell."

[Germanic Templars]

"Goodness, and he still acts likes an ass even when he is seeing someone. Anyway, sounds like a good idea to surprise the two with one. Now then, where is the pet store a breeder at?"

"Getting laid will not relieve Atosh of his pent up hostility," Swith giggled. "Well, of that's what you're implying."

She shrugged at his next question. "I think there's a shop downtown. A few people got pets there before they went on holiday with Katya and Torii."

"Oh no, more like someone to keep him occupied so he doesn't be the ass he usually is."

He cracked his knuckles before grabbing his coffee to take a sip. "Oh good then, just hope it ain't too expensive to buy a dog. At least a pure breed."

[South Romagnia]

Torii grinned and took off her shades. "I was just kickin' a robber's ass. And you?"

"I, um..." she swallowed guiltily, observing her bruised and cut state from her, in-hindsight, incredibly dumb idea. "... tripped. I tripped and fell."

Torii giggled. "Well, I bet it hurt."

[The BranRiech]

"Potato?" Bran asked and took a bite. He smiled and plopped himself down right there on the spot to eat. His old conscript instincts returning. When you got food, you ate it, because it might be the last chance you ever get.