Personification Life - IC Part VIII [open]

[Urran]

"Bleh" Yuri turned around and walked off. Bran had gotten the final word. She wasn't going to stay there any longer. She walked solemnly back to her apartment, which now had a soviet flag hung over the door, and stepped inside, locking the door firmly behind her, to wallow in her own depression..


Tieria had the ham and the salad ready, now, what was missing? Right, he had to get dressed for the occasion. He darted into the back of his room *runway model montage of several outfits* Tieria finally came out in his dress pants and the green shirt that he knew that Kei loved. He lit the candles and sat down to wait...and wait...and wait. He would wait all night if he had to.

[Giovenith]

"I got it from this book, see?" Giovenith picked out the book about unicorns she had gotten from the library before, carefully sliding it over to the two ponies. "It's from the building's library, same place I got the book with the legends I told Willow about."

"Are all the books in this world just blatantly deranged?" asked Willow. Seriously, who the Tartarus just went around labeling ponies to have a discriminatory policy based on virginity? That was just wrong, invasive, and twisted on too many levels.

"Well, I guess it's pretty clear from your reactions that the legends got it all wrong..." Giovenith had to admit that they all sounded a bit silly now, when faced with the actual creatures told about. She looked down and rubbed the back of her head. "I just never met people like you two before, so these 'deranged' books were all I had to go by." That and countless cartoons and merchandising, but she had assumed that the books would be a little more reliable. Evidently, not so. "I am sorry if it offended you."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. That book is about hunting unicorns?! Hyoo-muns hunt unicorns here?!" Sterling's eyes widened upon reading the title, which both terrified him and made him afraid that hyoo-muns were going to randomly show up and throw him in a dungeon. Which was he thought would happen to him first. Then he thought they might eat him, or something like that. Which terrified him even more, with him now fidgeting in place and looking around for any hyoo-muns trying to sneak up on him with a net. Which he was now afraid of suddenly happening.

Sterling shook his head and focused on the rest of what they had said. "Well... It didn't offend me, but it was strange hearing that. I have never, ever heard of unicorns refusing to speak with somepony based on their virginity. It would make no sense, seeing as that would mean that spouses wouldn't ever be able to talk with each other." Sterling sighed, and looked around. "Um. Is there anything to eat? I'm kind of getting hungry. I haven't eaten anything since arriving in this world, and it was about lunchtime when we left Ponyville...."

"Shhh, shhh, calm down, easy...!" Bad move, bad move. Giovenith tried to be calming to the real unicorn in front of her, taking a moment to reach out and gently readjust the slipping fez on his head. "Not really. People back then only imagined... what it would be like. Very disturbing, I know, I would never approve of it. But I assure you that as long as I stand, I will never allow any such harm like that to come to you, Sterling Venture, or Willow Streaks. That is a promise." A promise that she meant. These little ponies were her friends, after all.

Upon hearing the pony was hungry, the godling smiled and got up from her chair. "I can whip you guys up something to eat! Do you happen to like pancakes?"

[Cerillium]

"Oh, you know. Here and there. Just drifting on I suppose." Kei shrugged, taking a seat nearby them, actually, pulling a chair over and leaning back on it. She bowed her head to Ogoti and Marcus in turn, and then looked to introduce herself to him.

"So who's this then, Ogoti? Friend, family member, product of a friend?"

"This is Marcus, Ceril's son," Ogoti replied as he poured coffee for Kei. "He was a lot younger when you saw him last.

The young man bowed in greeting.

Ogoti was a bit taken aback by Kei's odd behavior. She'd been much more demure and graceful prior. "Drifting sounds enjoyable," he commented. He set the cup in front of her and sat back down. "Any exciting stores you want to share?"

[New Aksarben]

"Shhh, shhh, calm down, easy...!" Bad move, bad move. Giovenith tried to be calming to the real unicorn in front of her, taking a moment to reach out and gently readjust the slipping fez on his head. "Not really. People back then only imagined... what it would be like. Very disturbing, I know, I would never approve of it. But I assure you that as long as I stand, I will never allow any such harm like that to come to you, Sterling Venture, or Willow Streaks. That is a promise." A promise that she meant. These little ponies were her friends, after all.

Upon hearing the pony was hungry, the godling smiled and got up from her chair. "I can whip you guys up something to eat! Do you happen to like pancakes?"

Sterling was still shaking about at the mention that hyoo-muns once imagined what it would be like to hunt a unicorn. It was indeed disturbing. Especially seeing as it appeared humans in the past were bloodthirsty monsters, much like the changelings or other creatures ponies regularly tangled with, like Timber Wolves. Sterling shook his head a bit more to clear the thoughts from his head. It was just horrible to him that people would want to kill one of his kind just because they thought it would be fun. What kind of creature would do something like that? Not a very nice one, that's for sure.

But the unicorn perked up instantly at the mention of pancakes. That was something his universe also had! And Sterling loved pancakes, as Willow probably knew quite well. "Oh, yes! Pancakes are awesome! Especially with berries of some kind in them! Or chocolate! Or really anything!" Sterling said, suddenly happy again, before launching into a rant about how pancakes were awesome. It covered everything he could think of about pancakes, such as what made them better than waffles and the fluffiness and butteryness of great pancakes.

It ended up lasting about a minute before Sterling realized he was talking a lot and stopping. Sterling coughed and said, "um, sorry about that... Yes, I would love pancakes, Gio."

---

There was a knock at Octavian's door. Drpva stood outside, still female from Kei's little prank. He didn't notice the changes just yet. Although she (Probably a better word to use) was hoping to find out how Octavian was after the fight with Yoshi.

"Unum tempus," was heard coming from the door, followed by the sound of shuffling with random stuff and a few curses. Octavian soon came to the door, his black-and-white hair a mess. His tail was also quite fluffy at the moment, a sign of a recent shower, as was his ears, which flicked in slight annoyance. He also happened to be sans a shirt at the moment, but at least he was wearing his pants. Octavian must have been taking a nap after a shower, or something to that effect. He also bore no scars or signs he had been in a fight earlier, which was odd considering his nose had been broken earlier.

Octavian stared at the person who was at his door, trying to figure out who it was. "Um.... Drova? Is that you? You look....." Octavian looked up and down Drova's body before continuing, "different. I'm not quite sure why, but I had difficulty recognizing you there.... Did someone do something to you recently? Like used magic to make you look different or something?" Octavian blinked again in his confusion, and stepped slightly to the side, gesturing for Drova to come inside should he(she) want to.

[The BranRiech]

"Yeah, drifting . . ."

That had really described her life after the drone invasion. She was drifting, drifting around the world, drifting around with different friends, different lovers. And . . . She liked it? Hell no, she wanted to be grounded, just without having to rely on anyone, or needing anyone to rely on her.

"Well, greetings, Marcus. Your father helped me get settled in here a while ago. He's quite the gentleman. Hmm, so how have you been, Ogoti? I haven't the chance to say Hi much."

--

"Y-Yeah . . . It's me."

Drova stood there and winced at his hight voice, sounding like an older version of none other than his sister. Shee looked down, pretty much knowing what to expect. "Dammit all to abyss." She cursed, looking back up. "I-I'd better leave then." She said and started to shuffle off.

[Giovenith]

Giovenith giggled a bit at the unicorn's excitement. "Sure then, of course I'll make you whatever kind you want!"

"You know how to make them?" asked Willow, tilting his head.

"Well, I pop waffles into the toaster all the time, how different can it be? Plus I've seen it on TV!"

Oh dear. It was just one thing after another with this girl, wasn't it? Still, in all the interactions Willow had witnessed thus far, he had appreciated her reassuring promise to Sterling and willingness to prepare food for them at all. He was beginning to see that as odd and sometimes crazed the girl often appeared, she seemed to at least have her heart in the right place, which was absolutely priceless in a world that seemed to be set out to get you. Maybe he had to just try and start trusting her a bit more...

"I'll just start looking for a frying pan that doesn't have a hole in it, and we can get started!" said Giovenith, who was already climbing up a counter and beginning to dig through the various pots and pans of a cupboard, before slipping, falling, and bringing many of the cooking items crashing down around her with a cacophonous symphony of ear-splitting GOOOOONGS. "Uh, it's okay! I can clean that up!" she reassured from her protective fetal position beneath the pile of pans and pots.

Or maybe he needed to be very careful lest she do something to crush everypony in one swift blow. Oh well.

[Cerillium]

"Yeah, drifting . . ."

That had really described her life after the drone invasion. She was drifting, drifting around the world, drifting around with different friends, different lovers. And . . . She liked it? Hell no, she wanted to be grounded, just without having to rely on anyone, or needing anyone to rely on her.

"Well, greetings, Marcus. Your father helped me get settled in here a while ago. He's quite the gentleman. Hmm, so how have you been, Ogoti? I haven't the chance to say Hi much."

Ogoti raised a brow at her comment about drifting although the gesture was one of concern.

"Thank you, ma'am," Marcus smiled from under his hood. "Actually, now that I've had breakfast, I might as well find him." The boy didn't want to interrupt either of them. He rose and bowed and bid farewell to Ogoti and Kei.

Steam rose from Ogoti's coffee cup as he listened to the brief dialog. It was one thing for Dora to drift, but Kei? That didn't set well with him. Dora was a free soul in need of grounding but she was also acclimating to her new mortality in ways that were perfectly reasonable and healthy. Dora was a strong personality. Kei however? It sounded as if she'd forgotten her purpose or perhaps lost it along the way. She didn't need to stop drifting. She needed to drift into waters that were comforting enough to allow her to swim without tiring out.

"Kei, my dear, are you really happy with where you are in life? That's the best question. People tire out when they drift too far and too long. What are you seeking?"

The old god lowered his cup and leaned forward to give his full attention to her. It bothered him that she was unhappy. No, it might be better to say that he sensed her lack of fulfillment. Here was Kei, a perfectly charming creature when she wasn't puffing herself up to distance others, yet for all her puff and nonchalant attitude he suspected there was a smaller, more pedestrian Kei trying to find her niche in the universe.

[New Aksarben]

"Y-Yeah . . . It's me."

Drova stood there and winced at his hight voice, sounding like an older version of none other than his sister. She looked down, pretty much knowing what to expect. "Dammit all to abyss." She cursed, looking back up. "I-I'd better leave then." She said and started to shuffle off.

"No, you don't have to leave. Why can't you hang out with me as a girl?" Octavian tilted his head, and leaned out of the door to look after Drova. He wondered why Drova seemed suddenly so annoyed and sad or whatever she was feeling. Octavian couldn't really tell what she was feeling for some reason. "Or we could always find someone who could turn you back to normal or something to that effect. Possibly one of the gods here." Octavian shrugged, and looked after his friend as she shuffled off.

---

Sterling blinked at the noise of the crashing pots and pans. He had looked away for a moment, and had somehow missed the entire show with Gio pulling down every single pot and pan in the communal kitchen. "Oh, Gio. Do you need some help?" Sterling asked, trotting over to her. Before he even heard her response, Sterling felt the need to help and had already starting to levitate pots and pans up and off of the godling. Sterling began placing the pots back onto the shelves, and levitated a frying pan over towards Giovenith. "There you go, Gio. Did that help at all?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Well, alright then." Yuna sighed, a bit reluctantly. She said no more as the girl walked off towards the door, shutting it behind her for Will to lock it. Finally, she could get out of her clothes for the day, and just go to bed.

But not before a nice, long bath.

Will nodded as she departed. It was a damn shame. He'd looked forward to introducing her to some of their more unique aspects.

"Can't be helped," he muttered as he locked her door.

He should have corrupted the child, but to what gain? He wasn't like other cultists. He had his standards. Still, he found himself wondering just how old she was, and why her people would send a child to a foreign country without an adult. If she was a child, was Drova as well? Strange culture.

He hurried up the stairs to join his companions.

Luce took off his glasses and wiped them carefully. His own hair was a wreck, but he ignored it other than some token passes of his fingers to tidy it a bit and keep it out of his eyes.

"Yes, let's," he replied, and then waved her down again. "Yet stay a moment, now that we're out of the rain - " He blinked, and irises that had been light brown a moment before were suddenly a vivid yellow, much like the smilies to the right of this text entry box. Placing his hands on her shoulders, a moderate warmth began to emanate as he did his best to dry her clothing off. While that was happening, he continued.

" - The best approach probably would be to split up inside the building, and then meet back in the lobby or in Chaos to share information? And maybe, if we run into others of our groups, we can get them to help as well," he suggested. "As for the salesman, I know little."

No salesman would be out in the kind of inclement weather currently going on. However, elsewhere in the building, a cactus was still a cactus (albeit somewhat shriveled as its owner hadn't been giving it any water - bad, even for a desert plant). More importantly, the tag on it was still a tag.

He stepped back slightly to maintain proper distance, and also to check how well her clothes were drying.

"Eh?" Misaki hadn't ever seen anything like it. The fabric of her kimono and even the things underneath it seemed to dry in record time. It was an interesting ability. Misaki, although one of Lust's cultists, wasn't part of Minerva's group. The concept of time manipulation elluded her. She briefly wondered if he could cause people to burn right up like a mouthful of pork accidentally dropped into a fire.

She waited to speak lest she break his concentration. She bowed once he removed his hands. "Yes, let's split up and meet back here. I will start with those my boss considers close friends. They might be more open to receiving me. I shall start with Mr. Nikanor as he is her oldest friend here."

The tiny Asian smoothed out a few wrinkles... it would take a press to restore the material to absolute crisp edges... and bowed to the Conservator. "Thank you for drying me." She would have added that she was curious as to how he did it, but she felt it would be rude to ask.

Chrys sat, enthralled yet frowning, as Hans wove his tale. She handed him a Kleenex for his eye, and then sat back and considered. Every instinct in her was screaming to run straight out the door and patrol every main street and every back alley of Bielefeld until she found this Bane, and then make him explode. What self-respecting superhuman with entropic powers wouldn't? But the cultist's description of his nature kept her in her seat - a notable feat in itself.

She shook herself as she realized she hadn't answered Hans' question. "No, I hadn't heard of the Ginnungagap or the primordial void before...but this sounds nasty. How can we help? I suppose this Bane would be coming after you first, since your gods trapped it."

She felt uneasily out of her depth. Luce would be able to do this better, since he'd been a military officer once. She was just an extraordinarily good fighter, but with no head for planning. Still, he wasn't here, and until he turned up, she'd do what she could.

Hans used the tissue to wipe the moisture from his cheek. His eye was reddened from the irritation but he ignored the sting.

He pushed the peanut bowl away. "We warn others. We tell them to be on guard. To not leave themselves exposed. To not confront him. Confronting him feeds him power."

The cultist realized people wouldn't believe them. That was how it was every time Bane turned up. It was frustrating. It was even more frustrating when they set out to try to find him. Bane grew powerful from those brave beings.

"We can also ask them to report anything unusual. Have them go to a central person. Our group is hard to find, and most have gone to ground. Perhaps one of your people? Luce? I don't know his rank within your structure but he seems to know people. They seem comfortable around him."

A thought dawned on him, a memory of Chrys' fierce nature during their fight in Japan. He reached across the table and laid his hand on top of her own. "Don't run out there trying to find him. He won't listen to reason. He slips through time, and out of it, as easily as Minerva and your group. More than that, he caught Minerva once by that method. Tore her legs off and used the bones to nail her to a box. He's too powerful for you and I," he implored her. "Please, Chrys. You're my friend. It would be terrible if your light were extinguished from the universe."

[Swith Witherward]

Swith stared at her 1938 Opel Admiral 4-Door Cabriolet. She didn't mind if Minerva drove it. She was actually glad it was in good running condition. The lollipop stuck to the back seat annoyed her, as did the smell of wet wool.

Damnit Klaus!

Who else wore a wool uniform and would dare to ride around in her car?

She pried the lollipop from the seat and, thinking of no better way to clean it, ran her tongue along the leather until the sticky was gone. Hey, why not? Wouldn't you if you were Swith? Simple solutions work best.

The seat was nice and comfy and she turned on the heater before nudging the old car into gear and leaving the parking garage. She needed to get rid of Fram. To do that, she needed a young priest and an old priest. Any denomination would do. She almost considered dragging Fred Phelps up from America, but she didn't think she could stomach him. His liver, maybe. Not his personality. Then again...

The car stopped right before the street.

Then again, why not? He was perfect!

She backed up and reclaimed her parking spot, got out and closed the door. America, land of the free.

--

*KNOCK KNOCK*

It seemed innocent enough except for the fact that it was assertive and coming from ol' Fred's bedroom closet. The odd fundamentalist rolled over, not trusting his sleepy brain. He was about to dismiss it as a nightmare when the closet opened and a tiny woman stuck her head out.

"Hey," Swith wiggled her fingers at him.

The preacher bolted upright, sheets clutched to his chest.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a chaos god."

With that, she leaped from closet to bed, tackling him with enough force to knock him back to the mattress.

"Nom nom," she grinned, but she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she painfully sunk her sharp teeth into his shoulder and they vanished with a pop.



The Lair was just as opulent as when our readers last left it. The stench of grapes, sex and popcorn filled the space... all Fram's doing. She hadn't set foot in her home away from home since only Elohim himself knew when. The lights were low and the drooped bodies of succubi and incubi littered the floor.

"Watch your step," she warned the fractious pastor. "And don't, for any gods' sake, wake them up."

She frog marched him across the room until he was right in front of the empty throne.

"Right. Exorcise the bastard. I haven't got all day. My kids are due to wake up soon, and if I don't let the dogs out, they'll pee all over my kitchen."

Fred stared at the throne and then back at her. Warm blood trickled down his chest and dampened his night shirt. "What the hell? Foul creature! What the hell!"

Swith, oblivious to his pantheon's way of doing things, nodded her head. This was obviously part of the ritual.

[The BranRiech]

"Ogoti."

Kei stopped when she said the name. T'was a good name, and she dwelt on that for a few seconds before continuing. "I'm not. I'm really not happy with my existence now. There's no point other than to coddle Tieria, and then what do I get in return? Absolutely shit-all. There's no dates anymore, no "I love you, Kei" that I wake up looking forward to, and I guess no freedom."

The woman was letting it all out now, sounding like a pitiful child, but did she care? No. It felt too good to stop now.

"Tieria's nice, and I suppose I love him. But does he love me in return? I have no idea. I've never held down a relationship before like this, and . . . I don't think I'm even ready to do so."

--

"Well, ah, screw it. I'll stay." Drova rolled her eyes and walked back to the apartment. Her smaller frame was even more-so than his usual stature. "I couldn't find my sister, and now I look like her. I don't need this." She sighed. "Her tracks followed all the way out into the forest, and then just vanished there. I couldn't protect her at all."

[New Aksarben]

"Hmm? What's wrong with Yuna? What has she gotten into?" Octavian tilted his head again in curiosity. He had no idea what Drova was talking about, obviously, so he(she) would need to fill Octavian in if she wanted any sort of help from the prince with recovering Yuna or at least finding out where she went.

Octavian yawned quietly, stretching out a bit more, going up on his tip-toes for a moment as he stretched his body upwards towards the sky and his arms outward. He had just worken up from a nap after all, and was still a bit tired. Octavian hadn't even had the time to get a shirt on, which was why he was standing there without one while talking with his newly-female friend(who he thought honestly looked quite good as a girl).

[The BranRiech]

"It happened while you were fighting that whelp. What was his deal anyways?" Drova asked. "I almost got into a fight of my own. The winnet would get to take anything off of the loser. I lost, and the winner decided on taking my sister." She pouted, blushing a slight bit at Octavian, but keeping it to herself. "Mind if I hang out for a bit?"

[New Aksarben]

"It happened while you were fighting that whelp. What was his deal anyways?" Drova asked. "I almost got into a fight of my own. The winnet would get to take anything off of the loser. I lost, and the winner decided on taking my sister." She pouted, blushing a slight bit at Octavian, but keeping it to herself. "Mind if I hang out for a bit?"

"He was pissed that I beat up his 'sister'. I didn't kill her, so he should have been grateful for that...... but anyway...." Octavian looked over Drova again, before focusing. Drova really did look quite good as a girl, even more so than he did as a guy. Octavian wondered who had turned him into a girl, but guessed it must have been one of the gods here. Who else could reverse someone's gender without them noticing? But it didn't seem like something that a god would do out of nowhere.... Unless they were a very conceited god, of course.

"He took your sister because you lost a fight? That's kind of a dick move. We should probably try to find her as soon as possible. Who knows what he's doing to her, or where she was taken." Octavian sighed, before stretching out a bit more. It was something like a real cat would do, stretching out all parts of its body after a good nap. The prince's ear's flicked again among his messy hair. "But no, I don't mind if you hang out for a bit." Octavian said with a small smile and a nod. "If you want to go do something in town, I'll probably need to get a shirt on, but we could always just hang out here and talk or something. Or play games, or.... Well, anything that I have here in my room."

[The BranRiech]

Drova smiled. She knew it was Kei who did this to her, and he figured he'd need to ask her to change him back to normal, but for now? She was content to hang out with her friend. "I already looked as good as I possibly could, followed her tracks and everything." She scowled. "But yeah, I wouldn't mind just hanging out for the time being."

Damn it. He liked being without a shirt too, but she really shouldn't do anything of that sorts. He wanted to be normal again . . .

[New Aksarben]

Drova smiled. She knew it was Kei who did this to her, and he figured he'd need to ask her to change him back to normal, but for now? She was content to hang out with her friend. "I already looked as good as I possibly could, followed her tracks and everything." She scowled. "But yeah, I wouldn't mind just hanging out for the time being."

Damn it. He liked being without a shirt too, but she really shouldn't do anything of that sorts. He wanted to be normal again . . .

"Well, maybe my help can find Yuna. I could follow her scent. But if it suddenly disappears like you said she apparently did, then I won't really be able to help you at all." Octavian shrugged, and stepped out of the way to let Drova come inside. Octavian's room was a bit of a mess, with random things strewn everywhere in it, from clothes to weapons. In other words, it was quite like the typical teenage boy's room, extremely messy and disorganized. "So, what do you want to do? I have quite a lot that we could possibly mess around with here, like video games and movies and such."

[The BranRiech]

"What's a video game?" Drova asked. He knew nothing of the sorts, as his people werw basically near the equivalent of World War 1 in tech level. Video games were never really something they were used to. He shrugged though, interested.

"Nice room, eh?" She asked, jabbing him in the chest playfully.

[New Aksarben]

Octavian raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what video games are? They are like movies, but interactive. They're an old sort if thing in my universe, but they are more recent in this one, it seems. But I have a few from this universe that I got because there wasn't an equivalent from mine. We could possibly play some of them. The ones from my universes are all in Latin, so you wouldn't understand them, probably." Octavian shrugged, and headed over to his couch to sit down, ignoring the chest jab, it seemed.

[Giovenith]

Sterling blinked at the noise of the crashing pots and pans. He had looked away for a moment, and had somehow missed the entire show with Gio pulling down every single pot and pan in the communal kitchen. "Oh, Gio. Do you need some help?" Sterling asked, trotting over to her. Before he even heard her response, Sterling felt the need to help and had already starting to levitate pots and pans up and off of the godling. Sterling began placing the pots back onto the shelves, and levitated a frying pan over towards Giovenith. "There you go, Gio. Did that help at all?"

"Lots!" said Giovenith, picking herself and the pan up. "That's a really neat trick you got there, I didn't know unicorns could levitate things!" At that, she turned around and started to get to work on trying to figure out how exactly one made pancakes. She decided to starts with pouring the powder with the pancake picture on it into a bowl. "So I was meaning to ask, how old are you two? You don't sound like children, but not very old either."

"Me and Sterling are both eighteen," said Willow, landing and walking around the kitchen area a bit, taking in the similarities and differences.

"In our years or horse years?"

"What?"

The average horse lifespan on Earth was about 30 years, with maturity being reached at age 6, but for obvious reasons, Giovenith doubted that Equestrian ponies aged in the same fashion. The two of them didn't sound like people who were done with roughly a third of their lives, the vocal pitches suggested, as Willow had said, young adults.

"Um... I mean, is that very young or old? To you, I mean?"

"It is a little over the age a pony can move out and live on their own, which is sixteen."

"That's how old I am!"

"Fascinating. Is that old enough to be operating a stove in your world?" It was clear Giovenith was having trouble figuring out what she was doing, and Willow didn't want her accidentally starting a fire or something.

[The BranRiech]

"Well, sounda fun. You can be my translator, okay?" Drova grinned, diving into the room with a happy sigh. She wasn't happy to be a girl for the time being, but hey, she could hang out with Octavian, that could at least make thw the day somewhat better than it was.

[Urran]

Anew Returner walked the halls of the building, she wasn't looking for anyone or going anywhere in particular. She simply needed to become a familiar face. If the desk clerk was anything like the rest of the people here, they weren't very friendly. Oh well, this was still her mission. She came upon what looked like a reinforced door, like a bomb proof door. She decided to knock on the spur of the moment. As it would turn out, it was Bran's apartment.

[New Aksarben]

"Well, sounda fun. You can be my translator, okay?" Drova grinned, diving into the room with a happy sigh. She wasn't happy to be a girl for the time being, but hey, she could hang out with Octavian, that could at least make thw the day somewhat better than it was.

"Or we could play a game in English.then I wouldn't need to translate. I have a few games from this universe that are in English. Namely this series called, 'Grand Theft Auto' that seems to be about being a criminal and beating up random people." Octavian reached down to pick up one of the aforementioned series, tossing the box over at Drova lightly so she could look at it. Octavian continued to look through the pile of games, which were quite varied but most contained violent themes.

---

"This horn isn't for show, friend. It's how I focus the magic native to ponies. Willow has magic as well, but it is mostly expressed in how he can control clouds and weather, and stuff. Earth ponies' natural magic manifests in strange ways. It seems to make them more creative and innovative. But some seem to have precognition as a result of it. But unicorn magic is much more tangible, and visible. I happen to specialize in levitation magic. Some unicorns are just good at magic in general. Others use it to create things other ponies can't without the help of magic."

Sterling carefully watched what Giovenith was doing with the stove, prepared to throw something over and possible fires thAt could start. " do you need any help, Gio? I'd be willing to help you, but be warned that baking is not my strong suit."

[The BranRiech]

"Grand Theft Auto? The hell is that then?" Drova asked. She was unfamiliar with the famous series. Hell the now-princess hadn't even heard of video games, so it wasn't a surprise. "We get to be a criminal, why would anyone want to be one?" She asked, somewhat admiring Octavian as she addressed him.

--

Because the writer was on the phone, there was no answer from the bomb shelter door, if Anew tried later, she'd have better luck.

[New Aksarben]

"No idea. I think it's just the exposition gives you a reason to do whatever you want, from robbing banks to randomly running someone over in a car. It's a game that you get to wander around an entire city, doing whatever you want. It's quite fun, honestly. You can kill basically anyone, jump off buildings and skydive, race cars, and really anything else." Octavian continued looking through his games as he spoke, seeing if there were any other games that Drova may enjoy in the pile, oblivious to anything that Drova was doing right now except for her words.

"There are a lot of other fun games here, too, though. So we don't have to play Grand Theft Auto. We could play quite a few different games."

[The BranRiech]

Much too antiquated to even comprehend the controls to the games, Drova was content to simply watch the prince play the video games. Although she was saddened about the loss of her sister, being with a friend was much better than staring at some dumb statue . . . Even if Chrys was quite beautiful. The view was nice as well, Octavian was missing out on that really, but hey, that was different. He was bending over to pick up the game really, and couldn't see what she saw.

"So how do you play anyways? Oh, wait, I think I see another game there, looks interesting."

It was simply a ploy really, to keep the view.