Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Urran]

Tieria waved to Torii and walked off. He still had repairs to make on his mech, although, the majority of said repairs had been done. He wondered what the other Innovaters were up to, he had not heard from them in a while. His purple hair was sticking up in a spot and he licked his hand and smoothed the spot out.

[The BranRiech]

Will opened a lazy eye and lifted his hand to point to the instructions he'd written out.

"Can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs," he murmured.

"I'll let you know when I'm finished." Yuna said, with the sort of finality of death. It wasn't a life or death situation, but if she was to mess up something as simple as breakfast, then how was she going to prove that she could handle other things that she was probably supposed to be able and or willing to do, and losing this would be humiliating.

With a shaky hand, she took three of the eggs and held them over the bowl, cracking one . . . Two . . . And finally the third egg. The contents of which flowed into the bowl, taking a few tiny remnants of the shell with them. Yuna deftly picked them out from the bowl and tossed them away. She didn't think that they deserved a place in the mix (Correctly), and she tossed them aside. She looked back up at Will to see if he nodded, but looked back. She didn't want to know the results until she was done. Since the other ingredients were already laid out for her, she could whisk the eggs without worrying about needing to sift through for everything else, as was common with her.

"Just making a potion. Yeah, just a potion, a really complicated one."

Despite this, it definitely was not the most complicated thing she'd made. There'd been much harder things she'd made, such as medicines, and other things, even traditional drinks. It was all in her head that omelets were impossible. It was just a different medium in her mind, made up. She didn't know that though, and kept up with whisking absent-mindedly.

The whisk was set aside not a second after the eggs turned all yellow, leaving no small globs of yolk left to look disgusting. "So good so far."

Now came the cooking of the eggs, since the fillings were already there for her. She put a pan on the stove and turned it on high, waiting minutes for the thing to heat up sufficiently. This time, was of course, filled with worry. Was she still doing everything right? Finally giving in to herself, she looked to Will for any sort of approval.

--

"I do happen to be new here." Toscha smiled. He let his tail catch up with the rest of him and wound it up into a tight coil, making it more convenient for people to pass through the hallway. "My name's Toscha. Just moved here actually." He said, directed at Torii. Tieria showed up though, and he nodded to him as well, in greeting.

But he walked away, and he sighed. How impolite!

"Um, I don't talk like that, right?" He asked, not knowing the source of Willow's little statement.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii was just about to respond to Toscha, but the talking pony was just.....startling.

"Well, how'd'ya do, partner- holy shit, the pony talks!?", She swung her head to the pony in disbelief. Was this really another weirdo beast that tended to lurk in this city?

Still, she'd have to be polite, and she didn't want to put on a bad first impression for the Lamia man. She tried speaking to the pony in a normal tine. "U-um, sorry,....dude? It's just, I thought that you were a normal hovering pony."

....

"U-um, okaaaayyyyyy."

Dora really seemed strange all of a sudden. Weird....but Katya started her story.

"Well, she was cold and demanding of Tora the entire time, and seemed very displeased with the fact that Tora had a girlfriend, and not a boyfriend... she didn't particularly care for me, either, and expected me and Yoshi to get married ASAP, and then, when Torii just tried to tell her the truth about her and Tsu, she yelled at us both to leave. That was the last time we saw her."

[Swith Witherward]

"I'll let you know when I'm finished." Yuna said, with the sort of finality of death. It wasn't a life or death situation, but if she was to mess up something as simple as breakfast, then how was she going to prove that she could handle other things that she was probably supposed to be able and or willing to do, and losing this would be humiliating.

With a shaky hand, she took three of the eggs and held them over the bowl, cracking one . . . Two . . . And finally the third egg. The contents of which flowed into the bowl, taking a few tiny remnants of the shell with them. Yuna deftly picked them out from the bowl and tossed them away. She didn't think that they deserved a place in the mix (Correctly), and she tossed them aside. She looked back up at Will to see if he nodded, but looked back. She didn't want to know the results until she was done. Since the other ingredients were already laid out for her, she could whisk the eggs without worrying about needing to sift through for everything else, as was common with her.

"Just making a potion. Yeah, just a potion, a really complicated one."

Despite this, it definitely was not the most complicated thing she'd made. There'd been much harder things she'd made, such as medicines, and other things, even traditional drinks. It was all in her head that omelets were impossible. It was just a different medium in her mind, made up. She didn't know that though, and kept up with whisking absent-mindedly.

The whisk was set aside not a second after the eggs turned all yellow, leaving no small globs of yolk left to look disgusting. "So good so far."

Now came the cooking of the eggs, since the fillings were already there for her. She put a pan on the stove and turned it on high, waiting minutes for the thing to heat up sufficiently. This time, was of course, filled with worry. Was she still doing everything right? Finally giving in to herself, she looked to Will for any sort of approval.

Will, pretending to be napping, had watched her through nearly-closed eyelids.

She'd mastered the basics so far, and he was grinning behind her back. Taking the time to lay everything out made her work much easier and although he could sense a bit of nervousness from her, what came across was her confidence. He knew she would be capable of more complex work in time. She had the mindset for it. His grin increased. She met challenges head on and mastered them.

Then the face became passive just as she turned. He maintained his half-asleep demeanor.

"Use your knobs," he muttered, although her excellent hearing would pick up his words clearly. "Heat is touch. Too hot is a slap, too cold is empty. You want to caress those eggs into cooking, so start at medium-high and watch them. Look at the edges of the mess in the pan and if they seem to be cooking too fast, lower the heat more."

[Tiltjuice]

"U-um, okaaaayyyyyy."

Dora really seemed strange all of a sudden. Weird....but Katya started her story.

"Well, she was cold and demanding of Tora the entire time, and seemed very displeased with the fact that Tora had a girlfriend, and not a boyfriend... she didn't particularly care for me, either, and expected me and Yoshi to get married ASAP, and then, when Torii just tried to tell her the truth about her and Tsu, she yelled at us both to leave. That was the last time we saw her."

Dora's eyes turned stormy. She'd heard brief summaries from Chrys, of course, when the blonde was playing the part of Tsu, but it still rankled. She kept any further reaction to herself, though, and let MB do the "talking". Katya seemed to be on edge about something, and she didn't want to stress her any further.

The rabbit took another long sip. Humans strange. Especially old humans. We're more sensible. Once on our own, on our own. What does she think of your mates? What does she know about them? Or about you?

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Caroline stretched and turned to snuggle against Jonathan's back for a while. The weak wintery sunlight pouring through the bedroom window warmed her a little but it was filtered by the shrubs and other plants outside.

"We need to get our own place again, handsome," she murmured to him and then playfully nipped his shoulder. "Maybe we could do that today? Something not too large, and not too small, on the eastern side of the building? A nice kitchen, and living room, and even a bedroom we can turn into an office for you so you can tinker around with ideas. And a bathroom with a sauna. I miss having one."

She was still a construct at heart, and would never lose that "wake up and warm up" desire, no matter how much they altered her memories or tried to modify her personality. Years of living without understanding this desire had left her frustrated, but now she embraced it and sought it out as part of her daily routine.

Caroline slipped from the bed and threw on a robe. Coffee was indicated, if the coffee maker was in the mood.

"Yes, first I'll get our credentials printed out, sexy..." Jonathan mumbled as he smiled at her touch.

He agreed and took a few moments to snap awake, the jarring transition was quite normal. Getting up, he put on his new attire. He still had the habit of wearing the same clothes everyday (well he had dozens of identical versions so they were not the same clothes technically). Although he didn't get completely dressed yet as he was taking things slowly.

Tina the coffeemaker already had a full pot ready, as she expected and anxiously awaited them. "Share and enjoy!" it cheerfully chirped as it dispensed the coffee.

[Giovenith]

"Of course not you," huffed Willow to Toscha. "I have only known you for about ten seconds, and you use a perfectly acceptable tone so far. I can say that it is a pleasure to meet you." Here, he turned to Torii. "And I assure you, miss, that I am completely normal, in every health-related use of the term, pony. I don't know what lead you to believe I had some sort of brain damage, but take my word that I do not need to be spoken to like I am an infant, or an animal." Willow was having a hard time remembering that the ponies this world was used to were, in fact, animals, of significantly lower intelligence than him. He was used to being treated like any human would expect to be, and was thus continuously baffled as much as any human would be at receiving much else lower.

"Now," Willow turned back to Toscha. "Excuse me for that, but speaking of such things, would you mind if I asked what kind of pony(person) you are? You seem hyoo-mun in some ways, but not like the others."

[The BranRiech]

"Alright?"

Yuna's voice held a genuine uncertainty about the whole thing. This must have been the hardest part of making an omelet. Really, she assumed, if she got this right, all she'd need to do was add the fillings into it, and then she'd be done. She decided to take a risk and keep the heat on high, but using the rest of Will's instructions, gingerly pushing the eggs around to keep them from burning (And therefor sticking) to the bowl. She at least knew that much, but a small bit of the egg unfortunately did burn. The smell gave it away, and Yuna started to worry again. "I-um . . ." She whispered, which for a Pyersai, was nearly soundless.

"I can do this." The girl repeated in the same tone.

She switched that to her conscious though, perfectly private. Her positive thoughts started to prevail when she ended up asking another question to Will, who she thought was asleep just minutes before.

"How long do I cook for?"

--

"Me? I'm a Lamia. Half-Human, half-Snake. Sorry. I haven't gotten much used to explaining what I am. I suppose I already know what you are. though. I met someone a lot like you the other night when I moved in. Actually, I mistook you for him. His name is Sterling." Toscha scratched his hair in embarrassment with a mittened hand. Truly, he should have known better than to mix up the two ponies, but what could he do?

"Sorry about the voice thing too, I was just hoping I didn't sound stupid."

Even if Willow couldn't tell, Toscha seemed genuinely sorry for it, even though he still exuded a positive attitude. His stature was slender, the shirt he was wearing was barely clinging to him (His mother always said he was just a skeleton with paper covering), and his hair went down to just past his shoulders.

And last but not least, he possessed quite the dopey smile when he tried.

[Torsiedelle]

"Oh, it's smart....oh well, it seemed interesting. Now it's just another annoying fucking animals to have around."

Torii shook her head for a second to get that thought out of her head. Still, the general feelings remained.

"I swear to god, if this fucking think can....ugh, maybe I'm being too mean....no, no, it's a talking horse. It's stupid."


"Alright then.", Torii clearly strained to not say something else, and forced a smile to the creature before it turned to Toscha. "Already stealing attention...."

......

"Mother doesn't know about my other partner.", Katya quickly, and bluntly, replied. "She'd disown me if she did. I think it's best that she never find out, either, for everyone."

God, just the thought of her mother finding out sent shivers down her spine, moreso than the cold outside. The phone call, the yelling, and then the eventual visit! Hell no. She wasn't going to let that happen.

Her eye flickered, for a moment, to Dora. "Don't you agree? Mother shouldn't know."
Her voice was a tad note serious than usual, hinting to Dora. The fact of the two's relationship was, to Katya, still relatively unknown, and she felt that it should stay that way. She didn't want attention in that area.

[Swith Witherward]

The day was overcast so far, as they crossed the road and arrived back at the wall alongside which they'd spent some time. A lone seagull waddled over, before deciding the two newcomers weren't going to leave any food and wandering off behind a small dune.

Chrys closed her eyes against the sudden cold, and when she opened them again they were a stark white with the barest tinge of blue. The air roiled around her, keeping the chill out - a better choice, she thought, than giving Hans the wrong idea by sealing herself inside her armor. This was uncharted ground and she was determined not to do anything that might upset a balance. The celebrations of life were one thing, formalized rites that they were. This choice that lay before her now was quite another.

Yet in thinking Hans' speech over, there was one thing that stuck in her mind. Somewhere along the way, his love for her had just happened. Fate. She had a chance to learn, to grow. Spirit. And all things ended at some point; they lost nothing by taking a chance. Faith.

"I think...I'd like to give the idea of 'us' a try, if you don't mind," she confessed, her voice gaining strength as she went along. "But not right away, at least. I'd need to talk to my mate first."

There was a pause. She slid off the wall and landed in the sand. Her forearms moved as she appeared to brush the grains into a small heap. A bright, incandescent glow and a sudden flash of heat came from in front of her, though what she was doing was blocked from Hans' sight until she turned around. In her hands was a freshly blown, still sparkling golden flower that dimmed as it cooled in the winter air.

"For you. This could go well, or badly, but either way, you should have this, if only to remind yourself that we were comrades at least for a time. This is who I am. A golden flower."

She sat back on her heels and waited, anxious despite herself, for his response.

How long ago had that Zalgofest been? She’d leaped off a Segway and tackled him, and then he tackled her. That’s how it started, innocent and unintentional one warm night in August. Piles of stuffed toys, and laughter, and her shoes flying in opposite directions. More laughter and then a quick escape to his room for socks.

Socks.

Socks gave way to Oktoberfest and grey cardigan sweaters and roasted chestnuts. It was on that stone wall that he realized he had forgotten to be human. It was there that he’d healed from the intense grief caused by losing his brother. It was there that he’d fallen in love.

That wall! It was a backdrop of his life. The morning sun bathed the concrete and sand and captured the natural golden highlights in Chrys’ hair. It was only fitting that the wall be part of the sadness. She’d brought him here to leave no room for doubt, and if it were to end it was only fitting that the wall be part of it.

He felt as though he were riding into a battle which would end in window’s tears. The ocean’s lonely song echoed his heart’s sentiments. Not even the cold seemed to touch him. A warrior never quells in the face of danger, however. A warrior stood fast and saw his mission through to the end. He’d faced many deadly things (with fall less fear and dread!) and he prepared himself to face this as well.

She began to open her mouth and his mind inserted a half dozen statements he felt she would make but none of his imaginings could have prepared him for the actual words that tumbled out.

” I think...I'd like to give the idea of 'us' a try, if you don't mind.”

The ocean’s roar and the gull’s cry vanished, or perhaps they were just drowned out by the sudden explosion that had rocked his skull and chest. Anything else she said immediately after was inconsequential. No, it didn’t need to be right away… he’d wait a lifetime for his vivacious battle maiden. He’d wait an eternity until she was ready to beckon him to her side.

She slid from the wall and worked a magic no less intensive than the one she’d worked on his heart one October evening. She held up a flower forged from sand and time. His eyes fastened upon the fragile treasure and then on her own bare hands... hands that should have been encased in protective armor. His sadness hadn’t blocked out the cold. She had somehow made the air warmer. Had she done this to avoid casting an impenetrable shell over herself?

He worked quickly to unfasten his jacket buttons and then placed the warm wool over her shoulders as he knelt in the sand before her.

His hands cupped her own and brought the flower closer to eye level. It glistened between them in the morning light, a golden treasure which captured Chrys’ image at various angles. His eyes traveled beyond it to look into her frosty blue irises. He found his voice.

“I am German, a follower of the Teutonic set. We strongly believe in Wyrd. This is the connection of forces from the past, the present and the future… fate, or personal destiny, manifest. All things happen for a reason, Chrys. This chance we take together could go well or badly, but something has allowed us to be comrades, at least for a time, and for that I am most grateful.”

His gaze settled again on the cooling sculpture. “This is you, a golden flower.”

His fingers curled gently around the edges of her hands and he peered at her face again. “This is me, holding you and hoping to protect you from ever being shattered by careless wind or motion.”

[Swith Witherward]

"Alright?"

Yuna's voice held a genuine uncertainty about the whole thing. This must have been the hardest part of making an omelet. Really, she assumed, if she got this right, all she'd need to do was add the fillings into it, and then she'd be done. She decided to take a risk and keep the heat on high, but using the rest of Will's instructions, gingerly pushing the eggs around to keep them from burning (And therefor sticking) to the bowl. She at least knew that much, but a small bit of the egg unfortunately did burn. The smell gave it away, and Yuna started to worry again. "I-um . . ." She whispered, which for a Pyersai, was nearly soundless.

"I can do this." The girl repeated in the same tone.

She switched that to her conscious though, perfectly private. Her positive thoughts started to prevail when she ended up asking another question to Will, who she thought was asleep just minutes before.

"How long do I cook for?"

Will pointed to the instructions again. "If you overcook it, it'll be rubbery. Under-cook it some because it'll keep cooking a bit after you plate it. Ten to fifteen seconds, medium-high heat."

He still hadn't opened his eyes but his nose told him that Yuna was doing a good job still. Cook was now softly snoring next to him and slowly listing towards Will's shoulder.

--

"Good morning Tina," Caroline chimed as she walked into the kitchen. She poured two cups and gave the top of the coffee maker an affectionate pat. "Keep it warm, we'll be back for more!"

Caroline returned to the bedroom and placed both cups on the bedside table. She watched Johnathan go about his dressing, amused by his vast selection of identical garments. She grinned at him in his half-dressed state and then playfully tackled him onto the bed with a soft growl.

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Meanwhile, at the cemetery, wreathes of poppies were laid in honor of Armistice Day and the lives lost during the first World War. Young children on holiday from school gathered at the pavilion downtown to sing songs for local veterans.

[The BranRiech]

"Hmm . . . "Alright then" what?" Toscha asked, looking at Torii. He had no idea why the girl said that, but she seemed to be getting indignant with them. He might need to soon extricate himself from the situation, but he'd wait and see how Torii kept reacting. It went against his positive self, but he wanted to know why Torii seemed to be acting the way she did. Toscha didn't even know her name!

--

If Yuna had it on high then, she could probably simmer down the timing to exactly 15 seconds. She flipped the eggs around a few more times and stopped, turning off the stove and holding the pot, looking confused now. The directions seemed to be eluding her, and the omelet was probably ruined by now, but she wouldn't show this outwardly. It was weakness to give in, but then again, weakness was good, weakness showed character.

Thinking herself finished, she started to take the filling, whatever it was, and sprinkling it throughout the egg. She hoped though, that the egg wasn't starting to stick to the pan, now that the heat was gone, but she still slid the pan around, causing the eggs to go as well.

Once the fillings were added, she folded part of the egg over itself, creating . . . Something that Yuna thought was wrong, even though it was an omelet.

"Well. I think it's good?"

[Giovenith]

Willow took in the Lamia's body language and tone with deep examination, and concluded that he was being totally sincere in his apology. Truthfully, it hadn't been the Toscha Willow had been referring to, so the pony softened down on his own previously sharp demeanor.

"It's fine, Toscha, was it?" assured Willow, in a considerably more civil tone. "Things happen. I am sorry for being a bit snappish, as well. Sterling, huh? He's a friend of mine, so if you're okay with him, then you're okay with me. Good to meet you, I hope our acquaintanceship can be a pleasant one." Here, he gave Toscha a rare friendly smile, before looking over his shoulder back at Torii. "Same to you."

[Torsiedelle]

"Mhmm....well, thank you.", Torii replied, in a less indignant tone. She brushed a few stray hairs out of her eyes and stood at parade rest. "well, at least it's well-mannered", she thought to herself, then spoke aloud. "I didn't know that we had a speaking horse with us....much less one that floated around. Please excuse me if I thought that you were just some magical animal."

She still didn't like the thing already. Something about it was just....off-putting to her.

[Giovenith]

"Two of us," corrected Willow through a sidelong glance, unfolding his wings. "And I am magical. We all are. You just can't see it sometimes."

These words, a simple statement of fact to Willow, to anyone else from Earth sounded like they should have been coming from a whimsical, wondering, childish, Barney-esque voice. Instead they were spoken simply, as if the pony were discussing something as mundane as taxes to a coworker, dull as the grey of his coat. For a creature that had been so shamelessly marketed to little girls for years as something inviting and wonderful and enchanted, the pegasus in all his dry darkness seemed to encase himself in a little aura that would thicken and wane at, what was for the time, his own personal discretion. Certainly at the moment, despite the pleasant enough exchange, it was thinner on the side facing Toscha than the side facing Torii. The two were off to a mutually sticky start.

Turning warmer beams of attention to said Lamia, Willow spoke again: "You were telling us about yourself?"

[The BranRiech]

"Eh, just that I'm a Lamia from the Branriech. Not much else. Well, there is one thing. I guess you could say I'm magical too? Even though "Magical" always sounded a bit cheesy to me. I can control ice, and lower the temperature of things." Toscha grinned, not too keen on repeating the demonstration he gave to Sterling. Not now, especially since there was a good amount of snow on the ground. "Yeah, won't be going outside anytime soon either. I get really slow and lethargic when I get too cold, so my magic sort of sucks. When I was back in school, other kids'd make fun of me for it."

[Giovenith]

"Your personal strengths and weaknesses are nothing to be ashamed of, shame on those children for thinking so," reassured Willow, waving the notion away with his hoof. "Think nothing of that poor judgement. You have powers over ice then, is that it? I have to admit, that is pretty fascinating, I haven't heard of anything so specific and fine before. Is it your talent?" If Lamias had talents like ponies had talents.

[Torsiedelle]

"You can mess with ice?", Torii inquired. "That's pretty awesome, in my opinion. My girlfriend can control ice, but I can't. I'm just a normal human."

She went from parade rest, to simply standing with her hands held behind her back innocently, indicating that she was comfortable around them. The lamia guy was nice enough, and reminded her a bit of Bran. Maybe the pony wouldn't be so bad either. Well, it was still annoying to her. Oh well....

[The BranRiech]

"Yeah, it's it."

Toscha nodded at the statement. He now officially liked the Ponies now. They all seemed relatively polite, and they were all quite interesting as well. More so than humans at least, but Torii still seemed nice. "Eh, it's just maddening, using my own natural ability harms me if I use it. I couldn't stand the teasing. I knew I was the better though, it's how I live, be the better man."

"Talent? Well, it's my ability, I guess it's a talent though."

[Giovenith]

Willow tapped his chin, considering the Lamia's words.

"I like you," he finally pointed out with no change in tone, nudging a hoof in Toscha's direction.

[Urran]

Yoshi was watching the news, still oblivious to the fact that he may have slighted some pantheon or another. His chopsticks clinked around in his bowl as he chased the last bit of egg around. He slurped it up and that was it for breakfast. But he kept watching his telly, apparently the captive breeding program for Nihon Okami (honshu wolf) was going well. Yoshi had always loved wolves as a kid and they were beginning to make a comeback in southern Urran after 50 years.

[Germanic Templars]

"Thank you. And yes, I am. Margret Thriller, and might I ask who are you?"

Charumati sat across from Margret. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Charumati Thriller, Cornelius' wife. Please call me Swith."

She made a mental note to talk to Thriller regarding this whole name swapping identity thing. Her paperwork on Gliese said "McCoy" in an effort to protect his autonomy but her Bielefeld driver's license said "Thriller". She inwardly sighed. She refused to throw a funeral for him until she was certain he couldn't be revived, but what in the hell would the tombstone say?

Here lies the Templar's great pillar
Our most beloved Emperor Thriller.
He went by McCoy
As part of the ploy,
But now he's just worm food and filler.

So much for Immortality!

A playful grin crept unbidden onto her face and she turned her attention back to Margret.

MEANWHILE...

Xanthe didn't stir for a while. She'd caught most of the conversation between Ogoti and Lucius but her exhaustion had kept her sedate. The last few weeks hadn't been easy, especially at every waking moment seemed to center on trying to catch various cultists as they carted Blythe around. She doubted they would have given up their game if not for rumors of Bane.

Bane! His face lurked in her twilight-dream, the leering smile to mock her and the ravenous claws stretching across the dark to consume her being.

She sat upright in bed, barely suppressing a scream. Her hand went to her chest and she pressed hard in a vain attempt to slow her heart.

"Oh my gosh, Bane," she whimpered.

"He finally got married?" She asked, so what shocked. " last I remembered of him was that he had to leave planet and I was in my early hundreds when that happened, in fact I was 102 years old. And he was 82 years old."

------

Feeling a small tickle of fluctuation of spiritual energy coming from the bed room, Lucius decided to get up and have a look. He poked his head into the room. "Everything alright? "

Ooc: Bran's post coming up next followed by Ceril.

[Germanic Templars]

Aleki, who was up rather early, was sitting on the couch with a bowl of oatmeal and coffee on the table in front of him. He was watching TV, well news most importantly. He was dressed in rather casual clothing for once. Shorts, t-shirt and socks, with a small cloth bandage wrapped around his left thigh.

After the sounds of the shower shutting off, Natiya came walking through with a towel wrapped around her. She already figured Aleki was up, thanks to the lack of warmth next to her when she woke that morning, but now, she was ready to spend the day with him.

She grinned, and went to get changed, emerging minutes later in her mother's blue dress.

"Hey, babe."

The girl sat down next to him.

He swallowed the oatmeal in is mouth before he gave her a kiss on the cheek and smiled. " Morning, dear. How did you sleep?"

[Swith Witherward]

If Yuna had it on high then, she could probably simmer down the timing to exactly 15 seconds. She flipped the eggs around a few more times and stopped, turning off the stove and holding the pot, looking confused now. The directions seemed to be eluding her, and the omelet was probably ruined by now, but she wouldn't show this outwardly. It was weakness to give in, but then again, weakness was good, weakness showed character.

Thinking herself finished, she started to take the filling, whatever it was, and sprinkling it throughout the egg. She hoped though, that the egg wasn't starting to stick to the pan, now that the heat was gone, but she still slid the pan around, causing the eggs to go as well.

Once the fillings were added, she folded part of the egg over itself, creating . . . Something that Yuna thought was wrong, even though it was an omelet.

"Well. I think it's good?"

Will's eyes snapped open and he walked to her side. He pulled a fork from his pocket and used it to cut away a small piece. Eying Yuna a bit warily, he popped the bite into his mouth.

"You know where you went wrong?" he asked her with a frown. "You went wrong when you said you couldn't cook. This omelet is rather good, my dear."

Yuna would find the plate pushed back towards her. It was her breakfast, after all. Will sat down next to Cook again and cross leg over knee. "After you eat, we're going to catch a bat for dinner. I'm the student. You teach me."

[Swith Witherward]

"He finally got married?" She asked, so what shocked. " last I remembered of him was that he had to leave planet and I was in my early hundreds when that happened, in fact I was 102 years old. And he was 82 years old."

------

Feeling a small tickle of fluctuation of spiritual energy coming from the bed room, Lucius decided to get up and have a look. He poked his head into the room. "Everything alright? "

Much as she'd done for the McCoys, Charumati produced a globe for Mr. Thriller. This one revealed the wedding, and then a few scenes of him interacting with the twins.

"Siduer is your grandson, and Sydney your granddaughter," Charumati smiled as the children frolicked on the grass with Thriller and the dogs.

"Cornelius was old, but his body was youthful. His eye, well... I like the fact that he never restored it. He was a handsome man. Oh, and this is Sapphire, one of his grandchildren," she added as the clever scientist came into view.

She caused the scene within the globe to flicker until it became a static display of Thriller with the twins, with Sapphire added in. She solidified the device and handed the object to Ms. Thriller. "He's recently passed, the result of war. I've come here looking for him. Instead, I've found his family, which is delightful to me. Tell me, have you seen him come through?"

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Xanthe stared at Lucius wide-eyed for a moment. She shook her head. "Bad dream. It's passing now."