Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Tiltjuice]

"Oh," Giovenith remembered what she had been told, just realizing that they must have not told many people. "Jacob, Albert, and Octavian had to run real quick back home to deal with some politics. Says there might be war. Jacob tells me he'll argue his best to try to prevent it though."

"War? That's no good. Politics, even less so." Chrys slithered out of the pile and lay flat, staring up at Giovenith. "They sound like a nice bunch though, 'specially Jacob."

[Giovenith]

"Oh," Giovenith remembered what she had been told, just realizing that they must have not told many people. "Jacob, Albert, and Octavian had to run real quick back home to deal with some politics. Says there might be war. Jacob tells me he'll argue his best to try to prevent it though."

"War? That's no good. Politics, even less so." Chrys slithered out of the pile and lay flat, staring up at Giovenith. "They sound like a nice bunch though, 'specially Jacob."

"Ahhhhh, yeeeeeeeeah," Giovenith supposed now would be a bad time to mention how Octavian had recently murdered Yuri. "Um, yeah, Jacob's pretty cool. We get along really great, which, I guess I already do with most people, but there's never been a point in time where I felt like he was patronizing me, which is something I really appreciate. You know, with how I am sometimes. Childish doesn't equal stupid." Yup, focus on the positives. "Ever since Ray and Albert got together, I haven't spent much time with either, but they're both kind from what I have spent."

[South Romagnia]

"War? That's no good. Politics, even less so." Chrys slithered out of the pile and lay flat, staring up at Giovenith. "They sound like a nice bunch though, 'specially Jacob."

"Ahhhhh, yeeeeeeeeah," Giovenith supposed now would be a bad time to mention how Octavian had recently murdered Yuri. "Um, yeah, Jacob's pretty cool. We get along really great, which, I guess I already do with most people, but there's never been a point in time where I felt like he was patronizing me, which is something I really appreciate. You know, with how I am sometimes. Childish doesn't equal stupid." Yup, focus on the positives. "Ever since Ray and Albert got together, I haven't spent much time with either, but they're both kind from what I have spent."

"They are pretty cool, I guess.", Torii said from the sidelines. She sat next to Bran again, and watched Gio and Chrys.

[AETEN II]

"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."

Volturius opened the door to their apartment, taking a seat on the reinforced bed as he pooled fragmented memories from centuries ago.

"I unfortunately do not remember the name of my mother- I spent little time with her, spending most of my days either studying or being trained practically since birth. She later died shortly before my indoctrination as a Chaos Space Marine during a loyalist boarding action on our ship. Her name started with a 'P'- that is all my memory retains before it was distorted by the surgeries. Most memories of my father come from after the augmentations or during training- which is the largest part of my life before the augmentations that I can recollect most clearly."

Volturius sighed upong drawing upon the memories: he did find it unfortunate how his memories were shattered by the ascendance and the years spent waging war- but it was the same for all other astartes, loyal or chaos. He however did find consolation in that his memories were at least not grim- he'd heard stories of how other space marines had accidentally killed their own families when laying siege or defending their homeworlds, remembering those that they gunned down were relatives only when their fellows recognized their faces, and not themselves. Thankfully, he never would have to fear such a grim realization.

[Giovenith]

"Ahhhhh, yeeeeeeeeah," Giovenith supposed now would be a bad time to mention how Octavian had recently murdered Yuri. "Um, yeah, Jacob's pretty cool. We get along really great, which, I guess I already do with most people, but there's never been a point in time where I felt like he was patronizing me, which is something I really appreciate. You know, with how I am sometimes. Childish doesn't equal stupid." Yup, focus on the positives. "Ever since Ray and Albert got together, I haven't spent much time with either, but they're both kind from what I have spent."

"They are pretty cool, I guess.", Torii said from the sidelines. She sat next to Bran again, and watched Gio and Chrys.

"Yeah, pretty cool," agreed Giovenith, laying her head on her knees. "I hope they remain safe."

[Zarkanians]

Alpha had gotten some sleep last night.
Well, perhaps sleep wasn't the best word. He'd almost been comatose, quite frankly--being up three nights in a row without sleeping, and without a constant supply of energy, would do that to a person. His dreams had been of dark corners and empty vaults.
He'd woken up exactly when he'd meant to. The alarm he'd set had gone off; it'd been a quiet, whispery thing, but his mind had detected it from beyond consciousness and had filed the necessary paperwork to initiate the process of wakig his body. One of the corners had turned into a criminal, and just as he'd been about to Deliver Justice (his trainers had only ever said 'kill' a few times; usually, to them, a murder was 'Delivering Justice.' This was not a problem any of the new trainers had, he understood.) his mind had slid awake.
He completed his maintenance routine, then put on his armour and proceeded with his patrol. He stopped at one of the front windows to observe a small group--four individuals, inc. 'Gio,' 'Bran,' and two as yet unknown sus--No. Not suspects. Persons. He was investigating this place to ensure it was safe for Zarkanians, not to find out if any of these people had done anything wrong.
He continued to watch them quietly from the window, not making any attempt to hide himself.

[AETEN II]

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.

Ozzall soon walked out of the armory and into the main lobby, straightening his jacket as he walked up to her.

"Any plans or wishes on what to do? I was thinking maybe taking you up to the Nebula Star Destroyer hovering over the bay for a tour of the spots you can legally view. You'd just need a couple inoculations to protect you from any alien diseases on the ship and be good to go when a shuttle touches down. Don't worry about any costs- The Empire takes every chance it gets at advertisement."

Ozzall then took a seat on top of the main hologram projector table, immersing his head in a three dimensional image of a TIE/N Fighter.

[Tiltjuice]

Ozzall soon walked out of the armory and into the main lobby, straightening his jacket as he walked up to her.

"Any plans or wishes on what to do? I was thinking maybe taking you up to the Nebula Star Destroyer hovering over the bay for a tour of the spots you can legally view. You'd just need a couple inoculations to protect you from any alien diseases on the ship and be good to go when a shuttle touches down. Don't worry about any costs- The Empire takes every chance it gets at advertisement."

Ozzall then took a seat on top of the main hologram projector table, immersing his head in a three dimensional image of a TIE/N Fighter.

Dora grinned at the sight of Ozzall's head being highlighted in the colors of the holo-image. As she slid over next to him, she shook her head.

"No, that sounds like a perfectly good plan. Though if possible, I'd like to jump out of the ship-to-ground transport area and land in the bay. Parachute or glide down, maybe. What do you think, is that something your people regularly do?"

[Mincaldenteans]

"I swear, your gait is like a drunk elephant, move it already!" Karen griped as they entered the building.

"You should know, I’ve held your rum soaked ass through two blocks," Rosario countered, recalling New Year's party.

Karen snickered with an ecstatic smile, "Oh Rosie, those were the good times."

Rosario rolled her eyes, she looked around the lobby and gestured to the receptionist desk, "You need to get the keys before you enter your apartment, Miss Karen."

"Right, be a poodle and get me a drink while you’re busy stealing from other people would you hun." Karen didn’t wait for a reply, moving away to the receptionist desk.

"Hellloooo," Karen sing songed.

[AETEN II]

Ozzall soon walked out of the armory and into the main lobby, straightening his jacket as he walked up to her.

"Any plans or wishes on what to do? I was thinking maybe taking you up to the Nebula Star Destroyer hovering over the bay for a tour of the spots you can legally view. You'd just need a couple inoculations to protect you from any alien diseases on the ship and be good to go when a shuttle touches down. Don't worry about any costs- The Empire takes every chance it gets at advertisement."

Ozzall then took a seat on top of the main hologram projector table, immersing his head in a three dimensional image of a TIE/N Fighter.

Dora grinned at the sight of Ozzall's head being highlighted in the colors of the holo-image. As she slid over next to him, she shook her head.

"No, that sounds like a perfectly good plan. Though if possible, I'd like to jump out of the ship-to-ground transport area and land in the bay. Parachute or glide down, maybe. What do you think, is that something your people regularly do?"

"No, we don't use parachutes. Those are mainly civilian use and aren't carried on the ship. We could go onto one of the ships in orbit so we could re-eneter the atmosphere with a disposable drop pod however, if I could arrange it. I'll first send a message for a shuttle to come down as pick us up at the airport."

Ozzall then pulled out his cellphone-sized PDA, punching various projected buttons while he quickly sent off a message to request a small shuttle to pick up him an guest for the ship in orbit.

"Also, I think I might be able to change around the ship as well. You want to explore the small Nebula Class, or [url=http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120410170907/starwars/images/4/44/Bellator-class_Star_Battlecruiser.jpg]this" Ozzall asked while he punched a button on the PDA and displayed a scaled hologram of the capital ship that was in excess of seven kilometers.

"I could probably pull a few strings to allow a single trusted civilian on board. Which would be easy considering you're sane unlike other occupants of the apartment."

[Tiltjuice]

"Yeah, pretty cool," agreed Giovenith, laying her head on her knees. "I hope they remain safe."

"Agreed!" said Chrys, through a mouthful of potato.

---

"I swear, your gait is like a drunk elephant, move it already!" Karen griped as they entered the building.

"You should know, I’ve held your rum soaked ass through two blocks," Rosario countered, recalling New Year's party.

Karen snickered with an ecstatic smile, "Oh Rosie, those were the good times."

Rosario rolled her eyes, she looked around the lobby and gestured to the receptionist desk, "You need to get the keys before you enter your apartment, Miss Karen."

"Right, be a poodle and get me a drink while you’re busy stealing from other people would you hun." Karen didn’t wait for a reply, moving away to the receptionist desk.

"Hellloooo," Karen sing songed.

There was a rabbit sitting on the top of the desk, under the lamp. He appeared to be sunning himself with its light, while reading a magazine. At the sound of Karen's greeting, though, he looked up and turned from his usual drab color to Pepto-Bismol pink.

Hello, he signed with his ears. What can I do for you? Are you new?

---

"No, we don't use parachutes. Those are mainly civilian use and aren't carried on the ship. We could go onto one of the ships in orbit so we could re-eneter the atmosphere with a disposable drop pod however, if I could arrange it. I'll first send a message for a shuttle to come down as pick us up at the airport."

Ozzall then pulled out his cellphone-sized PDA, punching various projected buttons while he quickly sent off a message to request a small shuttle to pick up him an guest for the ship in orbit.

"Also, I think I might be able to change around the ship as well. You want to explore the small Nebula Class, or this" Ozzall asked while he punched a button on the PDA and displayed a scaled hologram of the capital ship that was in excess of seven kilometers.

"I could probably pull a few strings to allow a single trusted civilian on board. Which would be easy considering you're sane unlike other occupants of the apartment."

"Sounds great, I can't wait for it," Dora drawled, raising an eyebrow a millimeter at the notion of her being sane. Though she supposed it was true. "Who have you run into, who isn't sane?"

[Mincaldenteans]

"I swear, your gait is like a drunk elephant, move it already!" Karen griped as they entered the building.

"You should know, I’ve held your rum soaked ass through two blocks," Rosario countered, recalling New Year's party.

Karen snickered with an ecstatic smile, "Oh Rosie, those were the good times."

Rosario rolled her eyes, she looked around the lobby and gestured to the receptionist desk, "You need to get the keys before you enter your apartment, Miss Karen."

"Right, be a poodle and get me a drink while you’re busy stealing from other people would you hun." Karen didn’t wait for a reply, moving away to the receptionist desk.

"Hellloooo," Karen sing songed.

There was a rabbit sitting on the top of the desk, under the lamp. He appeared to be sunning himself with its light, while reading a magazine. At the sound of Karen's greeting, though, he looked up and turned from his usual drab color to Pepto-Bismol pink.

Hello, he signed with his ears. What can I do for you? Are you new?

Karen made an 'o' shaped form with her mouth as she examined the little creature. She looked around, wondering if anyone saw what she was seeing. "Either I'm off my meds, or the doctor gave me some really good stuff."

"Here's your drink mami," Rosie came back with a simple vodka and cranberry.

"Rosie, do you see what i'm seeing, its a talking squirrel!"

She thought she heard Rosario sigh but ignored it, taking a sip from a drink first. "Hi hun, you wouldn't know where I'd get my keys and what not to this place would you?" She was so tempted to rub its cute little ears. "It's so cute. Rosie! Get me five!"

[The BranRiech]

Yuna (On the left) sat in the lobby, whistling nothing in particular. She was staring absent-mindedly at MB sitting on the counter as well, smiling and giggling softly.

--

Bran looked to Chrys, his eyes narrowing playfully again.

[Tiltjuice]

There was a rabbit sitting on the top of the desk, under the lamp. He appeared to be sunning himself with its light, while reading a magazine. At the sound of Karen's greeting, though, he looked up and turned from his usual drab color to Pepto-Bismol pink.

Hello, he signed with his ears. What can I do for you? Are you new?

Karen made an 'o' shaped form with her mouth as she examined the little creature. She looked around, wondering if anyone saw what she was seeing. "Either I'm off my meds, or the doctor gave me some really good stuff."

"Here's your drink mami," Rosie came back with a simple vodka and cranberry.

"Rosie, do you see what i'm seeing, its a talking squirrel!"

She thought she heard Rosario sigh but ignored it, taking a sip from a drink first. "Hi hun, you wouldn't know where I'd get my keys and what not to this place would you?" She was so tempted to rub its cute little ears. "It's so cute. Rosie! Get me five!"

MB tilted his head curiously at the two, sniffed the air, and then hopped down onto the main desk. A quick series of tugs with his paws had the drawer open. He pulled out one of the contracts that "British pirate woman" had shown him once, and a pen, and returned to Karen with them.

Fill these, and drop in box over there. A jab of his ear indicated the box on the wall. Then keys appear in hand. I think. He blinked again, and nodded.

[Tiltjuice]

Bran looked to Chrys, his eyes narrowing playfully again.

"What? Do I have potato on my face?" She swiped around her lips a couple times, accidentally smearing potato stuck to her fingers onto her jawline.

[The BranRiech]

"What? Do I have potato on my face?" She swiped around her lips a couple times, accidentally smearing potato stuck to her fingers onto her jawline.

"Well, you will soon!"

Bran pounced forward again, preparing a mushy potato to stuff in her face.

[Torsiedelle]

"Ya do now.", Torii said to Chrys. She popped her neck and slipped her shades back on.

.....

A very happy Katya walked into her apartment and crashed on the bed. "Oh, Miss Dimitrova, you're such an entrepreneur!", She told herself. Her blazer went flying across the room after she took it off. She then took Torii's favorite Teddy bear and hugged it tightly. Krüger barked in his cute way, and Katya giggled.

[The BranRiech]

A very happy Katya walked into her apartment and crashed on the bed. "Oh, Miss Dimitrova, you're such an entrepreneur!", She told herself. Her blazer went flying across the room after she took it off. She then took Torii's favorite Teddy bear and hugged it tightly. Krüger barked in his cute way, and Katya giggled.

"Hello?" Yuna's quiet voice sounded after she left the lobby. She had yet to meet Katya, and wanted to eventually say "Hello" to each person in the apartment. She twirled her white robes a few times.

[Tiltjuice]

"Well, you will soon!"

Bran pounced forward again, preparing a mushy potato to stuff in her face.

"Ya do now.", Torii said to Chrys. She popped her neck and slipped her shades back on.

"Mmm, yummy," Chrys replied drolly, wiping her own potato off and eating it. Then she noticed Bran.

"Oh, no."

[Torsiedelle]

A very happy Katya walked into her apartment and crashed on the bed. "Oh, Miss Dimitrova, you're such an entrepreneur!", She told herself. Her blazer went flying across the room after she took it off. She then took Torii's favorite Teddy bear and hugged it tightly. Krüger barked in his cute way, and Katya giggled.

"Hello?" Yuna's quiet voice sounded after she left the lobby. She had yet to meet Katya, and wanted to eventually say "Hello" to each person in the apartment. She twirled her white robes a few times.

"Hello.", Katya replied. She peered over the teddy to see who was at the door. Upon seeing Yuna, she smiled, as she recognized what she was from Torii's TF gun antics.

[The BranRiech]

Luckily for Chrys, the potato was squishy enough that it didn't hurt, but it did leave quite the mess on her face. Bran himself was splattered as well, and he scurried away quickly, giggling furiously.

--

"Can I come in?" Yuna asked innocently. The young priestess didn't really know how to invite oneself into someone elses home.

[Torsiedelle]

"You can come in.", Katya said, almost a whisper. She sat up and made room on the bed. "You're a Pyersai, right? Tora has told me about you."

[Giovenith]

"Yeah, pretty cool," agreed Giovenith, laying her head on her knees. "I hope they remain safe."

"Agreed!" said Chrys, through a mouthful of potato.

"... If there is a war, do you think they'll have to be gone longer?" she asked with some worry.

[Tiltjuice]

"Agreed!" said Chrys, through a mouthful of potato.

"... If there is a war, do you think they'll have to be gone longer?" she asked with some worry.

"I hope not," Chrys said, from behind her potato mask. "If they wanted, though, they could always ask us for help resolving it. I wouldn't mind going; it sounds like an interesting place, from what little I've heard from Luce."

[Mincaldenteans]

MB tilted his head curiously at the two, sniffed the air, and then hopped down onto the main desk. A quick series of tugs with his paws had the drawer open. He pulled out one of the contracts that "British pirate woman" had shown him once, and a pen, and returned to Karen with them.

Fill these, and drop in box over there. A jab of his ear indicated the box on the wall. Then keys appear in hand. I think. He blinked again, and nodded.

"Oh how cute," Karen cooed, taking the paper and pen from the bunny. She threw it at Rosie, "Don't just stand there, woman, get to work!"

"You better hope I don't drop rat poison in your soup today."

"Promises, now get to. I've got a vodka that needs attention and a," Karen looked at the bunny, "How bout you come live with us? It's a huge apartment and there'll be a race track for you to run around in."

"Don't pay her any attention," Rosario said finally, pushing her boss out of the way, "You can never really tell which reality she's in."