Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Tiltjuice]

"Hey! YOU!" Chrys glared at NVE, ignoring the fact that she was nude and her back was still pressed against Bran. "Are you the one who turned us all into raptors?"

Luce coughed significantly and waved at Bran and Rylli to join him.

Dora looked at Katya and licked her lips. (Her own, not Katya's.) "Find your own, what?" she verbally prodded Hans. From the other side, Luce tapped Hans' shoulder. "Can I get our clothing back?"

Tasia raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you don't want some of this?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Hey! YOU!" Chrys glared at NVE, ignoring the fact that she, Rylli, and Bran were all nude and her back was still pressed against Bran. "Are you the one who turned us all into raptors?"

After careful thought NVE answered,"I can neither confirm nor deny that we didn't not haven't nothing to not do with this fortunate incident." he answered as he got up and straightened his suit and tie. His smug grin ignored that Neil was not in favor of his idea.

[Urran]

The officer noticed a man in the back that he hadn't seen prior. His companions hadn't identified him. This set off alarm bells, especially as the man was fidgeting. He drew his service pistol and aimed it at the driver, who he had been speaking to. "Unknown occupant in the back, Reggie!" he called to his partner.

"ALL of you, hands where I can see them! Driver! Get out, get out of the car now! Lay on the ground! On your belly!" he barked with weapon trained on the man. He was done fucking around.

Bielefeld police were not soft. They'd received special operations training at a military level after the last Drone invasion. They were well-armed, wore protective gear and carried rounds lethal enough to punch holes in a mech. This officer was no exception. There was a reason petty crime was relatively low in Bielefeld.

His partner also drew his service pistol and aimed it at the vehicle. He radioed in for backup and then began approach from the rear (where the patrol vehicle was), stepping away from the side mirror to avoid detection and using the Sorento's large rear panel blind spot to his advantage. He came at an angle to cover his partner while still remaining somewhat behind.



Meanwhile, not too far away, Thomas listened to the scanner and grinned. The two cultists had kept their eyes on Yuri.

"Think they want our help?" he asked Pete.

The man shrugged. "Don't you think it's odd that two strange, Asian-make vehicles would show up on the same day, with the same blocked out windows, and sit so close to each other in the same small neighborhood? If they want our help, we'll give it. That silly cow is obviously tied to it. She was in their car. We'll let them know that, regardless of how this goes down."

"She's the personification of Urran," Thomas reminded him.

"In that case, she's just turned a petty stop into an international incident."



Meanwhile, the static in Naomi's head caught her attention. Thomas and Pete were on to something. She sighed and put down her dish towel. "Eva, time for lunch, baby girl. Wash up, please." There wasn't any answer.

The man in the passenger seat reached back in a flash and tore the Glock out of the rear passenger's hands and slammed it on the dash, yelling at him in Japanese. Someone had just lost his job at the agency. They all put there hands up and got out, revealing several gun cases and laptops, government issue with pretty much upgraded with everything. But, they were locked, and it would take something like the CIA to hack them. The driver got on his knees. "I will not lie on the ground like a dog." He huffed.




Yoshi, now asleep, sprawled out across the end of Torii's bed and snoring in a manner that could only be described as adorable was returned to normal. He would have jumped for joy had he been awake, but he wasn't so he just kept sleeping.

[The BranRiech]

"Eh . . ." Natiya groaned, looking at a now nude Tasia as they were turned back into humans. Sure, the woman was beautiful, but Aleki was still gone, still going to come back for her. Right?

Oh, it was quite the decision. Luckily, she needn't worry about clothes, well, the upper part at least, she saved her vest.

"Well, let's just start with getting to your apartment, and seeing if you have any spare shorts or something, maybe sweatpants?"

--

Bran and Rylli, still wearing their clothes given to them by Fram, were being covered by Chrys at the moment. Not really the most awkward situation they found themselves in, but it was still weird to say the least.

"Uh . . . C-Chrys?" Bran blushed. Rylli, meanwhile, rolled her eyes.

[Swith Witherward]

"Hey! YOU!" Chrys glared at NVE, ignoring the fact that she was nude and her back was still pressed against Bran. "Are you the one who turned us all into raptors?"

Luce coughed significantly and waved at Bran and Rylli to join him.

Dora looked at Katya and licked her lips. (Her own, not Katya's.) "Find your own, what?" she verbally prodded Hans. From the other side, Luce tapped Hans' shoulder. "Can I get our clothing back?"

Tasia raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you don't want some of this?"

"Share her!" Hans insisted. "Chrys and I did. She's fantastic."

He obviously wasn't thinking along the same lines as Dora. He let it go, though, and pulled Luce's spare uniform from his pocket before hopping up and down to put on his boots. "Where is Chrys? I have her stuff. Oh, there she is, yelling at the raptor still raptored. Must be a real raptor. Wouldn't it have been something if he'd turned human?"

[Tiltjuice]

Chrys harrumphed at NVE and stomped away in annoyance, then turned back around. "Yes Nikanor?"

"Why would I need clothing?" Tasia replied airily, standing still.

Dora laughed. "Well, she is...but I don't think she'd like that very much. And yes, that would be quite something!"

Luce agreed with merely a nod, as his user was getting a bit worn out and he himself was occupied with putting his uniform back on.

[The BranRiech]

"I'll bet it was him." Rylli crossed her arms, thankful she was clothed, but she wanted to go and change, to get some of her old clothes on or something. Bran looked to be feeling the same way too, except with a Chrys on top of him.

"C-can you get off of me?" He asked meekly, still blushing.

--

"No, I need clothes, I think." Natiya shrugged, still looking over her friend. She stopped though, and figured it was getting awkward. "Can I borrow some from your place? I think we're closer to it than mine."

[Red Star Union]

Sergei heard some noises of something like animals. He put on some gear and grabbed his AK-12, then set out to see what was going on.

[Tiltjuice]

"I'm not on you, Nikanor," Chrys replied patiently, pointing out the pace and a half of distance between his midsection and her chest.

"Sure," said Tasia. She turned and slammed into Sergei.

"Kindly move? A yard of steel and wood doesn't feel very good against my breasts."

[Swith Witherward]

Chrys harrumphed at NVE and stomped away in annoyance, then turned back around. "Yes Nikanor?"

"Why would I need clothing?" Tasia replied airily, standing still.

Dora laughed. "Well, she is...but I don't think she'd like that very much. And yes, that would be quite something!"

Luce agreed with merely a nod, as his user was getting a bit worn out and he himself was occupied with putting his uniform back on.

Hans tilted his head. "She seemed to like it before." He shrugged and inwardly confessed his lack of understanding. Conservators, even former Conservators, were odd people. He liked them, But they were odd. It didn't change the fact that Katya tasted good.

He pulled Chrys' uniform from his pocket and approached her instead. She was chatting with Bran and Rylli, and he wasn't going to intrude. He just thought she'd like her clothing again.

[The BranRiech]

Obviously being confused from when she was on him, Bran looked up and blushed harder, now looking even dumber than he did in the Russian Naval Uniform he was wearing, or at least the camo pants and the gawdawful striped shirt that was famous for being Russian. The next thing he needed was his Ushanka and a bottle of Vodka to be a walking stereotype.

"Oh . . . Well."

Rylli looked and saw Hans giving Chrys her uniform, and wondered if he could get anything she could wear besides the dress.

--

Natiya shrugged, looking at Sergei as well. At least she had her vest, Tasia might have been comfortable with nudity, but Natiya was more comfortable with her clothes.

[Erucia]

Meanwhile wherever Ray was, mere moments after he had returned to normal, a racehorse fell on him from the sky. The impact of the horse broke every bone in both bodied as well as rupture of every major organ leading to internal bleeding. Non an instant death, but a rapid, sudden painful one. Leaving him enough time to reflect on the oddity of the event before he would be temporarily relieved of his mortal coil.

At the time, Ray had remained outside. He had refused to go inside of the house mainly because he feared whatever was inside of it, but it gave him some time to reflect upon the experience of being a raptor. Well, it was horrible for him, but what was important was that he had made himself comfortable by sitting around. Better yet, he didn't really have to worry about wearing clothes. At least for the time being.

But when he changed back, he immediately felt a strange wave of gratification and fright. On one hand, he prayed furiously in thanks for being changed back to normal. He finally was back to what he was supposed to be: the effects of his surgery even remained, which gave him some relief. On the other hand, he was now almost entirely naked. He wore a tattered t-shirt and nothing else, and his tail barely could reach around and act as cover for him (him having to yank the damned thing under and over). Worse yet, he was outside, and no doubt people could be staring at him.

...So when he wished that he had some form of cover and decency to cover his Gentleman's Vegetables, it just so happened to arrive. But not really as wanted: it was the racehorse, striking him with incredible force and violence. He had been leaning over, so he felt his spine rupture and detonate in pure pain as the horse slammed against him, splattering both individuals. His spine broke from there: each bone down saw itself crushed underneath the weight, and he was forced down onto the ground.

The final thought he held before his body struck the concrete was the shock of it all. His life didn't really flash before his eyes: he didn't have time. The pain made him numb as he realized what was happening, and he barely had time to acknowledge that he was dieing before his brain shut down from the shock. Ray died once his chin slammed onto the concrete, smashing a few of the fake teeth in his mouth and causing a fracture in his snout.

Ray was dead. He'd never imagined in his entire life that he'd be killed by a horse. It was to be a drunk driver or a weaponized student in college. It was to be a gangmember, a desperate suspect, a crazed individual in his police years. It was to be a monster that his worst nightmares could not even fathom in his modern SPRA years. He'd survived having his ear shot off by a laser. He'd survived two encounters with Glistening Silver. An encounter with an extraterrestrial. A rival agent. A bank robbery shoot-out. A gunfight with his own cousin. Hundreds of examples presented themselves.

But it didn't matter to Ray now. For he was dead, and there was nothing he could do to change that.
---
It was a glimmer of light that made him open his eyes.

The events of the past hour or so were a blur to him...Wait, who was he? He forgot for a few moments....Oh, yes! He was Raymond Jansma. Age 27. Ray regained his sense of self and then kept his eyes open for a few moments, and then studied what was around him. It was...

...It was a white room. Filled with benches and bright lights that shinned finely, but not annoyingly. It looked like an indoor stop for a train station, or a bus depot. He'd never been inside of either many times, but after looking around he wasn't sure what it was supposed to be. Ray knew that he was sitting on a bench. Despite the simple, dark green finish on the wood, it felt kind and welcoming. Glancing around once more, there were other people there with him. They looked strangely calm, much like he did. They glanced around with surprised eyes, but none of them made much noise. They all seemed quieted, all of the dozens of people in the massive room.

With no cue as to what he was supposed to do, Ray continued to study the room. A few people were huddled around different corners of the room, all appearing completely different in terms of appearance and fashion. He couldn't seem to hear their conversations, but instead the pleasant calm continued to break through. It was all he could really focus on: it wasn't really a sound at all, but it somehow relaxed him. He felt at ease.

But suddenly, Ray realized where he must have been. He was within Heaven, or something like it. And Albert wasn't there with him.

Knowing this, he became suddenly panicked. His limbs trembled and he began to sulk. Ray choose to go into softening and quiet sobbing, realizing that he might never see Albert again. There were others like him in the giant room. They sat at black metal tables, or at the green benches, or leaned against walls. Others made some attempts to comfort them, but most simply choose to ignore it all. They were all busy with dealing with the situation.

But as Ray cried for his love, a kindly-toned voice would come on the intercom and request individuals to come up to the front of the room: it was where the booths were located, as if they were toll-takers or airport security. In the room, at least four lines were made at the booths, leading into the different booths. There seemed to be no differentiation. Some of those who walked up handled it as if they were going to a better place, others regretted leaving behind there loved ones. Ray wondered how he would take leaving his family. Emma still had to finish High School, and was going through her senior year. Mother and father still held strong: father still went to work at the plant, mother enjoyed the simpler things in her life. How would they feel to hear that their son was dead, and it would be a closed casket? That they could never look upon their son again? The beautiful face that they'd always loved, that seemed to stay the same no matter the changes or aging.

And what of Albert? Ray might see his parents and family, but Albert told him that he'd never see him after death. That Albert would fade from existence in all likelihood, and that they would do best to enjoy their last moments together. Ray had been torn too early, in a way that neither expected. And that was what killed him the most, the singular thought:

"I couldn't say goodbye. Not for even one last time."

This enveloped him until he then heard his own name called by the calming voice, and he shook away his tears and grabbed his baggage. He didn't feel that it was unfamiliar, as if he'd carried it with him for his whole life. Ray's bags brushed against his overcoat as he walked through the room, taking glances around him. The constantly differing faces all over: crying, talking, some even chuckling with others when discussing their lives. Some were soldiers, some were civilians. Some dressed in cloaks, others in turbans, and still others in t-shirts and jeans. There didn't seem to be any similarities, other than the people enjoyed their clothing. Or so he assumed: none were complaining.

But Ray looked behind him, and back to it all. There was a locked door in the very back of the room, that no one opened. Some tried: they failed, and they desperately increased their efforts as their ill-fated efforts to reverse the lock failed. He shuddered at the thought, and Ray turned his head back around towards in-front of him. And so, he entered a small line. There were so many people in such a seemingly small space, but it wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest. He collected his thoughts, and soon he was at the front. A man with a lengthy beard sat in the front, dressed in a white dress shirt and a black tie. Golden pins decorated his shoulders and held down his tie, but they didn't seem outlandish.

"Hello Raymond," the man spoke out as he looked up. A smile covered his face, and it seemed to warm Ray up with a strange sense of euphoria. "The bus waits for you outside. Please hand this to the driver." He then pushed a white slip, seemingly out of nowhere, and it found its way into Ray's palm. But somehow, he felt as if he couldn't move. He didn't want to leave the last connection he had to the Earth.

"....M-My bo-boyfriend....Albert...", Ray muttered as tears poured from his eyes. The man's expression did not change as the muttering stuttered into cries. "....I n-need to see him again! It's not my t-time to go! I didn't ev-even get to say goodbye! I want to hold him again!"

But the man simply smiled. "Raymond: it is your time to go. The bus is waiting for you," the same voice came in. And as much as Ray's brain and heart demanded that he debate this man, that he stay and try to leave, something compelled him to nod his head and go past the booth. He felt something leaving him as he walked past the man, like the others did at the other booths. And they all fed out through individual doors, seemingly grasping onto them and pulling them in.

Through the doors Ray went, and a blinding light awaited him. It kept him flashed for long enough that he had to rub his eyes, and so his vision changed. It was a tranquil road, a simply bus stop with the same kind of green bench sitting there. The door behind him disappeared, and instead a mere autumn day awaited him. The luscious grass contrasted with an open sky, and leaves seemed to carry themselves on the wind, coming from nowhere.

It was a very short wait, barely enough time to appreciate the wait. The bus soon pulled up, stylized somewhat after an American Greyhound bus of the 1950's. It was a plain white, with silver trimming: nothing quite as overtly heavenly as Ray would have expected, but it had a charm to it. The bus stopped, and its doors swung open. The driver wore an ice-white workshirt, with similar colored pants and a black-trimmed cap, with a black tie and shoes in addition. He emitted a kind smile, and his dark cheeks seemed to bring Ray in. It wasn't forceful, but it was....enticing.

"Good morning, sir!", the man emitted from behind his perfect smile. "Where may I take you today? May I see your slip?"

Ray would have been kinder, but seeing as he was still in a state of withdrawal, he barely managed a nod. The white slip, with a singular golden angel to mark it, was handed to the driver, who looked it over as Ray stumbled to a seat towards the front-right of the bus. Two rows down, he choose one of the many brown and finely-kept seats on the bus. The baggage he carried was put down next to him as he scooted over to the window, and simply looked out. He wished that he could enjoy the scene, but his heart ate away at his chest instead.

The bus eventually closed its doors and carried off, driving down a smooth road through the autumn scene. No music played inside of the bus, but the driver seemed to be humming a tune as he went along. Ray didn't recognize the song, but it was a fine tune. It seemed to echo throughout the bus as it went along.

The land around seemed to stay the same. A few houses could be seen here and there, with people seemingly enjoying themselves. Heck, at one point, Ray could have sworn he'd seen skyscrapers off in the distance, but the rolling hills blocked his view.

And as time went on, Ray slipped into thought. He again longed for home, for people he knew. Not this strange new world. With all of these odd, smiling faces. Why did this have to happen to him? Life wasn't perfect, but it was something to be experienced. And Ray hadn't finished. There was so much he hadn't done, so much he-

"Ah, yes. We're here, sir!", his thoughts were interrupted by the driver. The bus rolled to a stop outside of a...well, it could only be described to Ray as a perfect home. It was absolutely beautiful, heavenly in every respect. Strangely modest, yet somehow far more royal than Buckingham Palace. Ray got up with a blank yet gaping facial expression, and he made his way up with his baggage and walked to the steps. He looked down one final time at the driver, who gave him a warm smile and a nod.

"Have a fine eternity, sir!"

The voice held a pleasant vibe and chime to it, yet it disturbed Ray immensely. Eternity. Trapped on the edge of forever, here. At this dream house, in the middle of an idyllic field. And as Ray stepped off the bus and watched it leave, he set down his baggage next to the road and sat down. He refused to stare at the house, to inspect the fine wonders of imagination it held inside. And he began to sob.

For Ray was not happy alone.

[Red Star Union]

"I'm not on you, Nikanor," Chrys replied patiently, pointing out the pace and a half of distance between his midsection and her chest.

"Sure," said Tasia. She turned and slammed into Sergei.

"Kindly move? A yard of steel and wood doesn't feel very good against my breasts."

"Hey, you should watch where you're go-"

His face turned a little red when he noticed she wasn't actually wearing anything.

[Tiltjuice]

Hans tilted his head. "She seemed to like it before." He shrugged and inwardly confessed his lack of understanding. Conservators, even former Conservators, were odd people. He liked them, But they were odd. It didn't change the fact that Katya tasted good.

He pulled Chrys' uniform from his pocket and approached her instead. She was chatting with Bran and Rylli, and he wasn't going to intrude. He just thought she'd like her clothing again.

Obviously being confused from when she was on him, Bran looked up and blushed harder, now looking even dumber than he did in the Russian Naval Uniform he was wearing, or at least the camo pants and the gawdawful striped shirt that was famous for being Russian. The next thing he needed was his Ushanka and a bottle of Vodka to be a walking stereotype.

"Oh . . . Well."

Rylli looked and saw Hans giving Chrys her uniform, and wondered if he could get anything she could wear besides the dress.

"Yes," said Luce politely, taking over the conversation while Chrys turned to Hans. "I don't suppose you two would like a drink to unwind after our latest encounter with strangeness? Or did you need to get back to your son?"

"Thanks," Chrys said, grinning at Hans. "That was some fun, wasn't it?"

---

Dora frowned slightly. Hans had a point. There was a time and place for everything, and in the forest wasn't either of those.

"Come on," she said to Katya. "We should get some clothing."

---

Natiya shrugged, looking at Sergei as well. At least she had her vest, Tasia might have been comfortable with nudity, but Natiya was more comfortable with her clothes.

"Hey, you should watch where you're go-"

His face turned a little red when he noticed she wasn't actually wearing anything.

Tasia looked strangely pleased with Sergei's reaction, or possibly herself.

"Yes, I suppose so. Well, have a good day, then." She patted his shoulder, smiling widely. "Natiya here and I were just about to go eat. You're welcome to join us if you like."

[Red Star Union]

Hans tilted his head. "She seemed to like it before." He shrugged and inwardly confessed his lack of understanding. Conservators, even former Conservators, were odd people. He liked them, But they were odd. It didn't change the fact that Katya tasted good.

He pulled Chrys' uniform from his pocket and approached her instead. She was chatting with Bran and Rylli, and he wasn't going to intrude. He just thought she'd like her clothing again.

Obviously being confused from when she was on him, Bran looked up and blushed harder, now looking even dumber than he did in the Russian Naval Uniform he was wearing, or at least the camo pants and the gawdawful striped shirt that was famous for being Russian. The next thing he needed was his Ushanka and a bottle of Vodka to be a walking stereotype.

"Oh . . . Well."

Rylli looked and saw Hans giving Chrys her uniform, and wondered if he could get anything she could wear besides the dress.

"Yes," said Luce politely, taking over the conversation while Chrys turned to Hans. "I don't suppose you two would like a drink to unwind after our latest encounter with strangeness? Or did you need to get back to your son?"

"Thanks," Chrys said, grinning at Hans. "That was some fun, wasn't it?"

---

Dora frowned slightly. Hans had a point. There was a time and place for everything, and in the forest wasn't either of those.

"Come on," she said to Katya. "We should get some clothing."

---

Natiya shrugged, looking at Sergei as well. At least she had her vest, Tasia might have been comfortable with nudity, but Natiya was more comfortable with her clothes.

"Hey, you should watch where you're go-"

His face turned a little red when he noticed she wasn't actually wearing anything.

Tasia looked strangely pleased with Sergei's reaction, or possibly herself.

"Yes, I suppose so. Well, have a good day, then." She patted his shoulder, smiling widely. "Natiya here and I were just about to go eat. You're welcome to join us if you like."

"Uh... I would feel kind of strange going out to eat with someone in the nude..." He said. He also couldn't help but stare at her, for obvious reasons.

[Tiltjuice]

"Uh... I would feel kind of strange going out to eat with someone in the nude..." He said. He also couldn't help but stare at her, for obvious reasons.

"Problem solved! We'd be eating in, at my apartment. Where there'd be clothes. And I'd put them on naturally," Tasia said, in a rush of words. She put her arms around Natiya's and Sergei's waists.

"Well, shall we?"

[Red Star Union]

"Uh... I would feel kind of strange going out to eat with someone in the nude..." He said. He also couldn't help but stare at her, for obvious reasons.

"Problem solved! We'd be eating in, at my apartment. Where there'd be clothes. And I'd put them on naturally," Tasia said, in a rush of words. She put her arms around Natiya's and Sergei's waists.

"Well, shall we?"

"Um, alright then." He said. He finally felt like someone liked him, and he liked it.

[The BranRiech]

"S-sure." Natiya shrugged, flashing a glance at Sergei that basically said "I'm sorry you need to deal with this"

"Yeah, I'd like to borrow some sweatpants if you got em'." Bran's sister nodded, hoping Tasia would actually follow through with the idea. Well, she was a conservator, she thought.

[Torsiedelle]

"Yea, let's get some clothes.", Katya agreed. "To your place? Mine? I need to take a shower either way."

....

Torii saw Yoshi as a human again and chuckled. Apparently, things did sort themselves out. She didn't know what had happened, but she was glad it was over.

Now, maybe, she could look for her sister.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Well that was very telling of you, and I'm honored you opened up to me like that" she said as orange flower petals bloomed across her skin. She finished the dish she had been picking away at during the conversation and proposed another question. "So are their any causes your strongly believe in? I personally don't have many besides the whole works of the trapezohedron" she said with a fair does of apathy.

"I really don't support much besides my government, and even that support isn't strong. I'd rather not be pinned down by anything." Arthur answered.

He couldn't really think of any group he could get behind. The government and the scientific community would be things he sided with, but was not heavily involved with. He finished his steak as the waiter asked if they wanted dessert.

[Tiltjuice]

"S-sure." Natiya shrugged, flashing a glance at Sergei that basically said "I'm sorry you need to deal with this"

"Yeah, I'd like to borrow some sweatpants if you got em'." Bran's sister nodded, hoping Tasia would actually follow through with the idea. Well, she was a conservator, she thought.

"Sweatpants! Yes, I have those. And a lot of other things besides, but trust me, you'll look great in anything."

The trio looked quite odd even for Bielefeld. A fully uniformed man with an automatic rifle, a half-undressed woman wearing only a vest, and a fully-undressed woman. Fortunately it wasn't that far to Tasia's apartment on the third floor, across the hall from the one directly above the one shared by Luce, Chrys, and Dora.

"Well, entertain yourselves! The TV's available; I hope there's something on it you'll find interesting," the blonde called, as she disappeared into the single bedroom to put on some clothes.

[Red Star Union]

"S-sure." Natiya shrugged, flashing a glance at Sergei that basically said "I'm sorry you need to deal with this"

"Yeah, I'd like to borrow some sweatpants if you got em'." Bran's sister nodded, hoping Tasia would actually follow through with the idea. Well, she was a conservator, she thought.

"Sweatpants! Yes, I have those. And a lot of other things besides, but trust me, you'll look great in anything."

The trio looked quite odd even for Bielefeld. A fully uniformed man with an automatic rifle, a half-undressed woman wearing only a vest, and a fully-undressed woman. Fortunately it wasn't that far to Tasia's apartment on the third floor, across the hall from the one directly above the one shared by Luce, Chrys, and Dora.

"Well, entertain yourselves! The TV's available; I hope there's something on it you'll find interesting," the blonde called, as she disappeared into the single bedroom to put on some clothes.

Sergei looked around, then sat on the couch (or whatever is in front of the TV), stowed his rifle, and started flipping through channels.

[The BranRiech]

In somewhat of a state of undress, Natiya covered herself with a pillow from the couch as Tasia went to grab her some clothes, and waited, looking at Sergei as he flipped through the channels.

"Who're you?" She asked with a smile, still covering herself.

[Red Star Union]

In somewhat of a state of undress, Natiya covered herself with a pillow from the couch as Tasia went to grab her some clothes, and waited, looking at Sergei as he flipped through the channels.

"Who're you?" She asked with a smile, still covering herself.

"Lieutenant Sergei Belinski of the 4th Spetsnaz Guard Brigade," he said. "But you can call me Sergei."

[Urran]

"Yea, let's get some clothes.", Katya agreed. "To your place? Mine? I need to take a shower either way."

....

Torii saw Yoshi as a human again and chuckled. Apparently, things did sort themselves out. She didn't know what had happened, but she was glad it was over.

Now, maybe, she could look for her sister.

Yoshi groaned and rolled over, at least he was clothed. His feminine tendencies and voice that really could belong to either a male or female irritated some people, but one thing was for sure, they made it adorable when he was sleeping.


Unfortunately for the agents, the Prime Minister wouldn't be much help, if he ever even found out. First he hadn't ordered them there, and second he saw the City of Bielefeld as an ally, or at the very least neutral. He had no reason to spy on THEM. One thing was certain, many people would be losing their jobs over this.


Tieria had fallen to sleep on the floor in a puddle of his own tears. He was now depressed. Minerva was right, terrifyingly right. At the very least he hoped that Katya still wanted to be his business partner.