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by The Factory of Spike » Mon Jan 06, 2014 6:54 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:05 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:Dr. Smith looked up at her. "She's fine, just a.. Just a bit surprised when DNA results came back on something."
DNA results? Barox thought. Some reason the idea that she had a child without knowing may have struck her. Maybe it was a boy, or a girl, maybe it was one of the two children. But who would the father be? Questions swirled around in his,but the more he thought, the more he questioned.
The Krute took his head off the tree and looked at the him from the side the cultist was on with his eye.
"First off w'at d'a 'ell is Taco B'ell? And two, it be'cause I am near dead, barely surv'ivin' aft'a d'at typhoon. But t'ella me d'is, how'a still alive?" J'aluk asked, with a low growl while showing some teeth on the side the cultist was on.
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by Germanic Templars » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:14 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:Dr. Smith looked up at her. "She's fine, just a.. Just a bit surprised when DNA results came back on something."
DNA results? Barox thought. Some reason the idea that she had a child without knowing may have struck her. Maybe it was a boy, or a girl, maybe it was one of the two children. But who would the father be? Questions swirled around in his,but the more he thought, the more he questioned.
The Krute took his head off the tree and looked at the him from the side the cultist was on with his eye.
"First off w'at d'a 'ell is Taco B'ell? And two, it be'cause I am near dead, barely surv'ivin' aft'a d'at typhoon. But t'ella me d'is, how'a still alive?" J'aluk asked, with a low growl while showing some teeth on the side the cultist was on.
OOC: Taco Bell? Seriously? OP on crack.
"DNA results?" Wrens' brow furrowed. A fleeting image of Maury Povich shouting You are the mother clouded her imagination but she brushed it aside just as the yacht's horn sounded in the harbor.
Wren snorted. "Well, she'll have to come around once we've settled her into a stateroom. They're about to set sail. Dr. Smith, let's gather up the children and head out, please."
--
"Taco Bell? Nectar of the gods," Rudolf retorted as he gingerly lifted the Krute off the sand. "Don't worry, my heavy friend. We'll get you patched up on the ship."
Before J'aluk could even so much as protest, cultist and funny alien vanished into Rudolf's own shadow.
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:22 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:"Well if you are going, then take the kids and the keys to the last dropship left. One of the techies dropped it off for us. Act quick though, Levi is here and you know how sporadic he can be. One moment he is making you tea and sitting you on a throne, next he could be behind the throne choking you out with a rubber chicken while you attempt to spit out what you thought was tea but turned out to be piss."
"O-kay? Well I could go get the ship primed up, Wren, wanna get the children?"
"They are in the operating room. No worries, nothing sharp or dangerous is in there I made sure of it." Dr. Smith added on.
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by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:25 pm
HOME AT LAST! Morning sunshine set the substantial snow blanketing Bielefield ablaze in tones of umber and red. Public works had done an excellent job at keeping roads clear but their efforts were little more than sculpting deep trenches through drifts that easily topped five feet; many rural streets were treacherous to drive upon. The corner of Subabsurdus and Main wasn’t any different than anywhere else. Snow parted in symmetrical fashion along each side of the pathway leading up to the odd structure which squatted there. The Building shivered and shook itself off, scattering the heavy white mess which crowned it. The snow walloped the ground with a jarring thud and the Building groaned itself back into a stationary state. The Serenity coasted the icy waters of Bielefeld harbor, seemingly and impossibly parting the rough, salty ice as it drew near the private dock outside of Point Park. Sig’s shipyard awaited the arrival of his new toy which was pulled behind the cultist’s pleasure yacht. Both vessels slowed and allowed tugs to take possession of the wooden craft. “Right, welcome home,” steamy puffs accentuated Will’s words as the gangplank kissed the dock. “We’re 27 degrees below zero… that’s -16 for those of you who can’t bother to learn how the rest of the world gauges temperature. Wind chill drops it to -37 Yank degrees. Don’t go running around for shits and grins, ladies and gents. Your forecast for the week is bloody cold, followed by more cold and a chance of really fucking cold by Friday.” He stepped aside to allow them to disembark. The group would find a path had been shoveled from dock to street. They’d need to walk through the deep channels to reach their front door. Only Kei was perhaps tall enough to peer over the sides to survey the bleak landscape. No one had been left behind. All were now home. (Needless to say, school had been canceled for the entire week which left Rachelle with plenty of time on her hands.) Minerva set off at once. There were many things to tackle and Fram was all of them. The bastard had made himself at home again in the lair and, without Swith, procuring Fred Phelps again would be a daunting task. The Conservators had been invited by Klaus to share a pint at Chaos, if they were willing. Klaus’ displeasure with Allspice’s tactics had brushed aside the normal Bielefeld business. Rudolf took up his position in the lobby. He opened his newspaper, settled behind the reception desk and awaited the new arrivals. He’d already traded in his tropical attire for his standard grey, woolen uniform. The former Nazi had missed the cold. Myra gave her apartment and phone numbers to the other members of the teen club. She hurried upstairs to dig out her winter wardrobe. Marcus was in no mood to trudge all the way back to the observatory; he’d stay in his old bedroom until travel arrangements could be made. The teen ordered a hot cocoa from the SCP vending machine and plopped down in the communal dining room. Tieria’s need to locate Minerva was known to the cultists. Their leader, however, was mired in Swith’s business. There was the outstanding matter of the will. (OCC: SITREP) |
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by The Factory of Spike » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:40 pm
by The BranRiech » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:47 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:50 pm
The BranRiech wrote:And finally to Kei. She was now inside of her room, with Insidious sprawled out on the bed. The goddess was out of her armor, and sitting in a chair, contemplating the poor creature she managed to save.
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:02 pm
The Factory of Spike wrote:Javert walked up to the receptionist. "Hello. I believe I have a room here. My name is Javert. I don't suppose you have any rooms equipped with dog flaps, do you? A very large flap would be helpful if such a thing is available."
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by The Factory of Spike » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:05 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:10 pm
The Factory of Spike wrote:Javert signs the paper. "I think I will need the flap. I don't have much that could be stolen anyway." Which is true, although I do have the silver pendant in the box in my pocket. "Thank you for the information." Javert stares at the uniform as he walks away.
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by Giovenith » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:36 pm
by Germanic Templars » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:39 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:44 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Somewhat used to the cold, the Nikanors nevertheless swarmed into the building, hoping to get back home as quickly as possible to make sure everything was how they left it. After they found out that it was how they left it, then they got settled. Natiya left to go back to her own apartment, Bran settled in on the couch to watch videos with Rachelle online, and Rylli sat opposite of them, Tolya in her arms.
--
Toscha, on the other hand, nearly froze to death as he quickly slithered into the building, stopping once in the lobby. The Lamia coiled up near a heating vent he saw and proceeded to warm himself up. It'd take a while, but he had time, a lot of time, all day in fact! He was perfectly content to simply sit in front of the heater all day.
--
Looking to Will, Yuna stood by, wondering if he'd want to talk to her or something, while Drova headed inside to watch some TV in the Communal gathering hall. He barely noticed Myra as he walked in.
--
And finally to Kei. She was now inside of her room, with Insidious sprawled out on the bed. The goddess was out of her armor, and sitting in a chair, contemplating the poor creature she managed to save.
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by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:57 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by The BranRiech » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:00 pm
by Giovenith » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:08 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:11 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:Superbia, finally waking up from his slumber came to realize a change. He felt as if something was off but didn't bother. Instead he fell back asleep, cuddling back up to Blythe.
--
10 minutes after the yacht made port, the dropship came in from behind with Barox at the wheel of the craft and Wren and the kids sitting in the back. They would touchdown on the roof of the apartment, permitting there was in fact a free spot. Once landed, Barox opened the back door and set time to close in 30 seconds, more than enough time for everyone to unbuckle and get out.
--
Aleki, holding Natiya's hand, lead her into the warmth of home. He sighed and thought, Good to be back home, even if it is colder than hell.
--
J'aluk... He tried to examine his surroundings, but was starting to feel a bit out of it.
--
Appearing outside the room to Xanthe and Lucius's cozy apartment, was Samuel with a large scroll holder slung on his back with his hands folded in front of him. He then gave a delicate knock on the door, hoping someone was home.
--
As for Levi.... No one knows where the hell his is or where he goes.
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by New Aksarben » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:16 pm
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by The BranRiech » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:27 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:33 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanjay was very confused.
A few seconds ago, he had been in one of the tunnels in the school, now he very suddenly wasn't. Instead, he was in...a hotel? An apartment building? Something like that. It was certainly a very different location, with a bunch of technology he wasn't entirely sure about. But he'd figure those out later as he eyed the others in the lobby. It was a fairly diverse group, he supposed. He hadn't seen them before, so he doubted they were from Elfen High as well, but...never mind. He was sure it might start making sense soon.
He paused, seeing one of them go up to speak with the receptionist, who spoke back with a German accent. The Indian lad gave a sigh. Alright, a receptionist. That was good, he supposed. Some sort of order and sanity and logic.
He came up to the man, ringing the bell out of habit. "Err." Err? Yes, poetic and lovely, that. Nice work, Sanjay, what a grasp on the English language. He tried again. "Sorry, sir, just where am I?" he spoke in fluent and posh Received Pronunciation English, since first impressions were important. "I was in school, but then I saw a portal, walked through and..." he gestured around the room in general hopelessly. "I just have no idea." he shuffled, glancing down at his jeans and Beatles T-shirt. "So, yeah."
So, yeah. Yep. His English teachers wept.
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by Monfrox » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:37 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:46 pm
Monfrox wrote:"Where in the hell am I?" Flint wondered as she looked up from catching her breath. The only thing she remembered was running from the Mercs out of the Pump Station and guided by a voice in the back of her head that told her which way to go. Did she hit a teleport anomaly? She must've, and a powerful one at that. She didn't even know where she went. She looked up at a familiar looking building. "Did I hit Pripyat back there?" She asked. She pulled out her PDA and checked the map. The result was a pixelated image until a 'Location Unknown' wording blinked on. "Well that's just great." She said, unslinging her rifle and walking into the building cautiously. Was this a trick done by the Monolith? Or maybe this is what happened when you experienced an emission? The possibilities of explanation were endless, but none of them had any plausible rationality or logic behind them. She pulled up her face mask and relaxed a little, doing her best to remain out of sight and in the shadows.
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by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:56 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Yuna nodded, and then blushed with warmth when her scarf was given to her. She forgot to receive some gifts on the island, and genuinely didn't even know they were supposed to. But this had to be the best gift ever!
"Yes, I'd like to continue." She stated, hearing about how Swith's will needed to be read yet, which put her at ease that she'd have a few more days to have some fun with her friends.
"Just let me know when it's done, and what's coffee?" She asked innocently enough.
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by Giovenith » Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:57 pm
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