Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

by **The BranRiech** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:26 pm

Toscha let out a bloodcurdling scream as the heat washed over him, cooking the Lamia where he stood positioned. He dropped the sword instantly and started to dart away, leaving scales stuck to the ground as they peeled off of him painfully. He was still screaming throughout though, and wasn't stopping any time soon. This was the worst pain he'd felt in his entire existence, and he wanted nothing more than to die at the moment.

"HELP!" He caterwauled.

--

In the very same room, Kei was busy trying not to get killed by the beast that Harold had either been killed by, or had morphed into. Her body tiring, she still managed to dodge a steady bunch of the attacks, but Flint might not have been so lucky with her injuries.

Well, Kei was just surprised to find the other group.

"You, girl!" She shouted to Flint, sweeping down to grab the girl before she was trampled by Harold as it barreled towards them.

--

While Yuna was about to suggest something that would compromise the awfulness of having the day ruined, the new fight between Marcus and Torii shot that idea down right quick, and tears started welling up in her eyes again. Her friends, while seeming to be the coolest people in the world, were now busy playing the blame-game with eachother, and tearing into them with snide remarks and selfish behavior.

Were they really her friends?

Would they turn on her next . . .

"I'll be there, but if we're going to bicker, then I'll let you all get fucked up by whatever we're guarding against."

by **Cerillium** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:53 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:
Almost immediately, Torii swung around and raised her fist to punch Marcus in the back of the head, but she contained herself. Her anger was reflected on other things instead. She trembled as she turned towards her friends.

She spoke calmly and softly, much like Gio did a minute before. "In December, when Swith was still alive, we sat together and talked one night."

She choked.

"She told me that she liked me for who I was. She told me that, if anybody wanted to talk about me, or be mad at me for who I am, then fuck'em."

She was getting redder and redder in the face.

"So ya know what? I roll my own way, and I try to help, and I even risk my ass to save my buddies, and now? Apparently, I'm selfish, or I'm at fault? Well fuck. You. All! Ya know what else? Marcus was right, it wasn't his job, and it ain't my job, either. If they want to leave everyone to defend themselves, then everyone can look out for themselves, and be mad at those who left them in danger. I'm having no part in it. I don't want to go to any dance, defend any friends, or do any damn work that I shouldn't be doing. Fuck it all. I'm out. Bye."

She threw her arms out in a tired expression, turned around, and walked off just as quickly as Marcus did, towards the exit. She wasn't listening anymore. She felt like everyone was just going to blame her again, and that everyone she knew would find out and blame her, and she thought that she didn't have to go through that anymore. She didn't care. She was going to tell her sister, pack her things, and find her own place to stay, outside of the Apartment building. She didn't feel welcome here anymore, anyway. What was the point of living in an unsafe place full of people who didn't like her?

Torii passed Myra and the girl sped up her footsteps to fall in stride with her. She remained silent as they followed Marcus' retreating back. The fact of the matter was, Myra didn't feel the day could possibly get any worse. Unless the bullies showed up again but a quick look in all directions told her the coast was clear.

She pulled two cigarettes from her pack and offered one to Torii. The other went to her mouth. A sharp click and hiss of the Zippo flared her cigarette to life and she offered the lighter to Torii as they passed through the exit. A smokey exhale left a cloud behind her; it was symbolic of leaving anxiety and animosity behind, in her mind. The father's magical binding took place once more and her body reverted to a drab human form.

"This day is bullshit." It was stating the obvious but Myra felt nothing more needed to be said.

by **Giovenith** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:29 pm

For what felt like a very foreign instant, Giovenith did not know what to do. The godling stood stiffly in her place with her limbs held close to her, watching the backs of her angry friends and sometimes glancing at Yuna. She wracked her brain for a simple solution to this all, searched her heart for the right words to make everything better and everyone happy, but came up fruitless. This was beyond her knowledge. It was an awkward lose-lose trap, where since many were mad at another, there was no wrangling one without further infuriating the other, and despite the proofs of recent outbursts, she didn't want to do that at all. Sure, she was still rather angry about everything too, and at some people, but she did not want to be. She didn't want to be angry at others, she didn't want others to be angry at her, she didn't want others to be angry for her, and she didn't want others to be angry with each other. But that was all true right now.

Shuffling her shoes back and forth, Giovenith wondered about what fault she may have had in this. Obviously she had been the first to yell at Torii, and then continued her frustrations not much longer after that, but at the time (and still pretty much now) she had felt like she had solid reasoning to do so. It was not as if she had been unforgiving. Was that too prideful a thought?

Giovenith sighed, then turned to Yuna sadly. "C'mon, Yuna," she said in a neutral, non-threatening tone. "We better hurry back and get prepared for tonight."

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:30 pm

Cerillium wrote:
Torsiedelle wrote:
Almost immediately, Torii swung around and raised her fist to punch Marcus in the back of the head, but she contained herself. Her anger was reflected on other things instead. She trembled as she turned towards her friends.

She spoke calmly and softly, much like Gio did a minute before. "In December, when Swith was still alive, we sat together and talked one night."

She choked.

"She told me that she liked me for who I was. She told me that, if anybody wanted to talk about me, or be mad at me for who I am, then fuck'em."

She was getting redder and redder in the face.

"So ya know what? I roll my own way, and I try to help, and I even risk my ass to save my buddies, and now? Apparently, I'm selfish, or I'm at fault? Well fuck. You. All! Ya know what else? Marcus was right, it wasn't his job, and it ain't my job, either. If they want to leave everyone to defend themselves, then everyone can look out for themselves, and be mad at those who left them in danger. I'm having no part in it. I don't want to go to any dance, defend any friends, or do any damn work that I shouldn't be doing. Fuck it all. I'm out. Bye."

She threw her arms out in a tired expression, turned around, and walked off just as quickly as Marcus did, towards the exit. She wasn't listening anymore. She felt like everyone was just going to blame her again, and that everyone she knew would find out and blame her, and she thought that she didn't have to go through that anymore. She didn't care. She was going to tell her sister, pack her things, and find her own place to stay, outside of the Apartment building. She didn't feel welcome here anymore, anyway. What was the point of living in an unsafe place full of people who didn't like her?

Torii passed Myra and the girl sped up her footsteps to fall in stride with her. She remained silent as they followed Marcus' retreating back. The fact of the matter was, Myra didn't feel the day could possibly get any worse. Unless the bullies showed up again but a quick look in all directions told her the coast was clear.

She pulled two cigarettes from her pack and offered one to Torii. The other went to her mouth. A sharp click and hiss of the Zippo flared her cigarette to life and she offered the lighter to Torii as they passed through the exit. A smokey exhale left a cloud behind her; it was symbolic of leaving anxiety and animosity behind, in her mind. The father's magical binding took place once more and her body reverted to a drab human form.

"This day is bullshit." It was stating the obvious but Myra felt nothing more needed to be said.

"Oh, I know.", She replied dramatically. "I mean, we were only defending ourselves. Yea, totally makes us bad kids, totally means we need punishment, right?"

The sarcasm was overwhelming.

" And, ya know, I was so selfish and childish, well those goodie-two-shoes assholes can go fuck themselves."

She accepted the cigarette. "Thanks. I need it."

She stopped for a moment to look Myra. "Ya know, I actually liked Gio? Not anymore. Yuna? She looks down on me, I can tell it. Marcus is just....ugh!"

She swung forward and continued walking. "I don't feel right around them! I swear, why am I the one who screws things up, or is always childish and selfish!? They're just as bad! And the fucking cultists aren't being any better, leaving people who aren't even related to defend themselves because they're throwing a fucking tantrum of their own, who the hell do they think they are!?"

by **Motoneuron** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:48 pm

Ki'Rek awoke wearily, gradually realizing that he had fallen asleep in the pilot seat shortly after landing. It felt like he had been running for ages, he just wanted to lay down and sleep for days but he was on an unfamiliar planet and he was starving, he could not afford to rest yet. On the bright side, the fact that he was still alive meant his plan had likely succeeded, if they were still on his trail they would have caught him after that careless move.
That night, he finally gathered the energy and ventured outside, he had known what this planet’s direct rays would do to him if he left earlier. He stumbled, weakly fighting the planet’s heavy gravity as he walked. Suddenly, a strange purple building got his eye. It was different from all of the buildings around it and it reminded him of something, something long passed.
As he entered the building he was greeted by an eerily familiar purple and red interior, faintly lit by a light blue bioluminescence. He definitely knew this place now, he hadn’t been here in ages, not since before the training started. Something was different though, he did not remember that staircase being there and he definitely did not remember that man standing behind a counter or the two standing opposite him.

by **Cerillium** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:56 pm

Primordial Luxa wrote:
“Harold” burst into the room quite messily as he needed to force himself through an opening that didn’t accommodate his bulk and cleaved off most of his flesh. However as soon as he came through the gap he began to grow even larger. More crablike legs exploded from his fleshy body and as the hole in his back expanded more tentacles began to force their way out of it. The creatures tube covered head was now around the size of a large globe and was suspended atop the creatures extending telescopic neck. At its presence the pillar in the center of the room began to shift and whir as it various pieces and parts began folding and rearranging into a different configuration revealing the human like form that the group had seen before. Meanwhile Aegis grabbed his head with his head and crane his neck back screaming so loud that his vocal cords ripped.

All of a sudden all hell broke loose. The pillar in the center of the room began blaring that same awful sound again before releasing a series of bluish purple lightning bolts which were aimed at Deuce and Albert. Each of them was a powerful trans dimensional thunderbolt with the power to phase them in and out of reality in a quite painful manner and had the potential to fuse them with their clothing/armor.

Aegis eventually looked down and exhaled releasing a fiery cloud of flame from his mouth that washed over Dora, Naomi, Toscha and Wren like a sea of magma. It wasn’t hot enough to incinerate but it was still fire. Meanwhile “Harold” rushed forwards towards Flint and Kei, acid spraying from his head and tendrils whipping back and forth with crushing force.

Deuce moved before his mind had fully conceived any thought. It was pure instinct that caused Deuce to pivot and grab Naomi. She'd been within arm's reach and to the right of him. His back took the brunt of the flames as he held her off the ground, his armor withstanding the damage, but a searing pain in his left arm told him that something had struck it when he spun. He didn't have time to assess it although Naomi's fingers would find that the armor, gauntlet and his flesh and bones had merged and bubbled into a fleshy and twisted amalgamation. Spittle and incoherent praises to his god spewed from his mouth as his mind reveled in the agony; he tried to capture the sensation before his body naturally numbed the pain to levels his normally shock-weary nerves could no longer register.

The Astartes shoved his god's avatar into Dora. She should be aware of the danger and not taken by surprise next time. He, on the other hand, had more to experience. Intelligent thought registered that killing Aegis would unsettle Naomi; killing the demon spraying acid would result in more pain if the acid was potent enough to eat at his armor. Deuce embraced the opportunity for true pain. Thus the thought was now fully conceived and born. Only a few heartbeats had passed. His chainword screamed to life. Sonic weapons would only slaughter anything between him and the creature.

The sound caught Wren's attention and the girl wisely threw herself out of the way. She rolled along the floor and pushed herself off of it. The bolt pistol took aim at Harold's center mass. She fired as her serpentine mechadendrites pulled spare clips from her pack. It was a wild moment and she hadn't much time to aim for anything vital but it might buy the others enough time to get further away from it.

by **Cerillium** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:13 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:
"Oh, I know.", She replied dramatically. "I mean, we were only defending ourselves. Yea, totally makes us bad kids, totally means we need punishment, right?"

The sarcasm was overwhelming.

" And, ya know, I was so selfish and childish, well those goodie-two-shoes assholes can go fuck themselves."

She accepted the cigarette. "Thanks. I need it."

She stopped for a moment to look Myra. "Ya know, I actually liked Gio? Not anymore. Yuna? She looks down on me, I can tell it. Marcus is just....ugh!"

She swung forward and continued walking. "I don't feel right around them! I swear, why am I the one who screws things up, or is always childish and selfish!? They're just as bad! And the fucking cultists aren't being any better, leaving people who aren't even related to defend themselves because they're throwing a fucking tantrum of their own, who the hell do they think they are!?"

Myra quietly wondered if it was a full moon (it was. It just hadn't risen yet.)

"Everyone's on edge and people take their anger out on the people they like. This whole day has been just a big pile of bullshit and pain." She pulled a drag from her cigarette and coughed a new cloud as the smoke hit her soft palate and tonsils.

"I'm not going to write them all off, but I'm mad at this whole fucked up situation. It's totally fucked up. It's so fucked up that fucked isn't even a good enough word to describe it."

Myra angrily wiped away tears that were threatening to spread onto her cheeks. Was it so much to ask that she just have a normal life? Was that too much to beg of the cosmos? All she wanted was to go on the stupid tower ride with her friend. Now? Now she was missing the ride and missing the dance and torn between wanting to be mad at the others for Torii's sake and being actually mad at everyone for no reason at all.

"Yeah, fucked isn't good enough a word," she spat and continued walking.

Motoneuron wrote:
Ki'Rek awoke wearily, gradually realizing that he had fallen asleep in the pilot seat shortly after landing. It felt like he had been running for ages, he just wanted to lay down and sleep for days but he was on an unfamiliar planet and he was starving, he could not afford to rest yet. On the bright side, the fact that he was still alive meant his plan had likely succeeded, if they were still on his trail they would have caught him after that careless move.
~~That night~~, he finally gathered the energy and ventured outside, he had known what this planet’s direct rays would do to him if he left earlier. He stumbled, weakly fighting the planet’s heavy gravity as he walked. Suddenly, a strange purple building got his eye. It was different from all of the buildings around it and it reminded him of something, something long passed.
As he entered the building he was greeted by an eerily familiar purple and red interior, faintly lit by a light blue bioluminescence. He definitely knew this place now, he hadn’t been here in ages, not since before the training started. Something was different though, he did not remember that staircase being there and he definitely did not remember that man standing behind a counter or the two standing opposite him
.

Rudolf adjusted his grey uniform lapels. "When it rains, it pours." He consulted the small slip of paper on the desk. This newest arrival had to be Ki'Rek. O.C. Demens was very thorough.

"Welcome, welcome, please come in. You need a place to stay, ja? We've got your apartment ready. Just sign these forms. Take some brochures!" He placed these on a clipboard and waved the whole mess at the newcomer.

"Well, come on? This is just the standard Welcome to Bielefeld pamphlet. And here's a pamphlet that describes a bit about the Building. Here's a business directory for the city, and some takeout menus."

by **The BranRiech** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:53 pm

"Yep." Yuna groaned. Her insides were hurting, emotionally more than anything. Everything about her existence seemed wrong at that moment. Why was she here? Why were the people she considered the coolest ever fighting like everyone else? The questions knew no answers, and Yuna decided to just forget them. Friends may fight and bicker, but in the end, they'd either make up, or realize that they simply weren't friends after all.

"I could acquire some sleeping bags if we're going to take shifts on watch, and maybe some snacks." She offered. "You know? We could salvage something from this, turn our guard duty into a sleepover in the lobby? It sounds a bit cheesy, but right now, anything to reclaim the mood would help."

It was a dumb suggestion in Yuna's mind, but then again, they ended up being the ones to actually make something better.

by **Cerillium** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:58 pm

The Carlisle wrote:Kale turned around to face the last Freddie. It was like the others before. She dropped the items she had in her hands and got into the stance. She reprogrammed it, being extra careful this time. It too flipped moods, going into a passive state. It looked around, not really doing anything. Kale relaxed her stance. "There, they're are all fine now," she said. She went to pick up the items she dropped but noticed they were gone. She turned to the two mellow Freddies to see that they both had lit blunts in their mouths.

Kale sighed, not knowing what to do with them."Fine, smoke away. Just do it outside," she said.

"The weed smokers would work in the back yard, but the first Freddie? Not too sure. Would hate to see him locked away in a room." Hans eyed all three again. "We could use a doorman. That would keep him in the front yard. He could enjoy sunlight from inside the lobby during the winter."

The cultist shrugged at Dean. "Just a thought. The City can't complain much if they stay on the property."

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:59 pm

"Damn right it ain't.", Torii said back, coughing up some smoke. "I mean, come on.", She started speaking in a deeper voice, mocking the adults. "Oh, we're mad over a teenage girl and her friends fighting, so we're gonna walk out and leave everyone in danger!"

She chuckled and blew some more smoke. "That doesn't make me feel guilty. If anything, they seem like even worse people to me now. T'think, too, they seemed pretty interesting. Guess I'll get that immortality some other way...but that's not important right now. I ain't goin' to the dance if they ain't, and I ain't gonna defend the apartment. What about you?"

by **Tiltjuice** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:02 pm

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"...arrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh...!" hissed out in sort of a hushed scream as Dora both felt Naomi colliding with her body again and then she could hold it in no longer. Her own voice split the air, adding to Toscha's outcry and the awful sound from the pillar as she felt her skin scorch and no doubt char. With her eyes closed and tears of pain seeping out under the eyelids, however, she couldn't see to confirm it - or to check on what shape Naomi was in. She'd twisted away, by instinct, as soon as she registered that Naomi was oncoming and there was a chance she'd jar her ribs, but she didn't know if that had been enough.

She hoped so, in a distant corner of her mind where nothing hurt - and then that corner swelled to swallow up the entirety of her conscious as everything went black again.

Cerillium wrote:"The weed smokers would work in the back yard, but the first Freddie? Not too sure. Would hate to see him locked away in a room." Hans eyed all three again. "We could use a doorman. That would keep him in the front yard. He could enjoy sunlight from inside the lobby during the winter."

The cultist shrugged at Dean. "Just a thought. The City can't complain much if they stay on the property."

"Wait, are you suggesting we make him the doorman?"

Dia paused.

"Actually, that just might work. And one of us can warm up the place if he's tropical. Or Chrys can send down her fire-breathing disco-tortoise. He needs to stop scorching the curtains to the tune of Stayin' Alive. Chrys thinks it's a riot, but Luce is starting to go up the walls and even Dora thinks it's a little gauche."

by **Cerillium** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:08 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:
"Damn right it ain't.", Torii said back, coughing up some smoke. "I mean, come on.", She started speaking in a deeper voice, mocking the adults. "Oh, we're mad over a teenage girl and her friends fighting, so we're gonna walk out and leave everyone in danger!"

She chuckled and blew some more smoke. "That doesn't make me feel guilty. If anything, they seem like even worse people to me now. T'think, too, they seemed pretty interesting. Guess I'll get that immortality some other way...but that's not important right now. I ain't goin' to the dance if they ain't, and I ain't gonna defend the apartment. What about you?"

"I'm going to help defend it. It's been my only real home since my mom died," Myra apologetically shrugged. "The cultists could be bluffing but I'd rather not take that chance. I bet most people don't even know how weird that place is. They probably think it's just a quirky building. But we saw the weird stuff behind the quirks."

She flicked her cigarette into the street and laughed. "What kills me - or maybe it'll be what kills me - is that I'm now just a normal human being again. I suppose I'll be totally useless. I can't even fire a gun. What did you mean by getting immortality, by the way? Are you looking to be immortal? Like live forever?"

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:18 pm

Cerillium wrote:
Torsiedelle wrote:
"Damn right it ain't.", Torii said back, coughing up some smoke. "I mean, come on.", She started speaking in a deeper voice, mocking the adults. "Oh, we're mad over a teenage girl and her friends fighting, so we're gonna walk out and leave everyone in danger!"

She chuckled and blew some more smoke. "That doesn't make me feel guilty. If anything, they seem like even worse people to me now. T'think, too, they seemed pretty interesting. Guess I'll get that immortality some other way...but that's not important right now. I ain't goin' to the dance if they ain't, and I ain't gonna defend the apartment. What about you?"

"I'm going to help defend it. It's been my only real home since my mom died," Myra apologetically shrugged. "The cultists could be bluffing but I'd rather not take that chance. I bet most people don't even know how weird that place is. They probably think it's just a quirky building. But we saw the weird stuff behind the quirks."

She flicked her cigarette into the street and laughed. "What kills me - or maybe it'll be what kills me - is that I'm now just a normal human being again. I suppose I'll be totally useless. I can't even fire a gun. What did you mean by getting immortality, by the way? Are you looking to be immortal? Like live forever?"

"Eh? Immortality? Yea, live forever. I want eternal youth, too. I can't stand the idea of growing old, weak, and senile, or bein' all wrinkly and stuff. It freaks me out. I want my smooth skin, colorful hair, strong legs, good chest, and not-so-forgetful brain to stay the way they are right now.", Torii proclaimed. "And I'm terrified of death. I wanna be able to see what happens in the future, and to explore and pursue adventure...and I wanna see all of my not-so-human friends, too."

With a bit of a drop in her voice, she added, "I also wanted to be with my old girlfriend forever. We didn't argue or blame each other, or say nasty things about each other; she was the one person I could tell anything."

Her eyes shifted to Myra again. "Kinda like you right now. You don't hate me for all of this, right?"

by **Cerillium** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:28 pm

Tiltjuice wrote:
"Wait, are you suggesting we make him the doorman?"

Dia paused.

"Actually, that just might work. And one of us can warm up the place if he's tropical. Or Chrys can send down her fire-breathing disco-tortoise. He needs to stop scorching the curtains to the tune of Stayin' Alive. Chrys thinks it's a riot, but Luce is starting to go up the walls and even Dora thinks it's a little gauche."

Vague memories. A strange turtle crawling over the carpet. Lettuce pulled from Hans' pocket. A statue. Cleaning fluids. A feeling of fog settling and more fog lifting. Coupled with the equally vague memory of MB biting him while he sat at the dining room table, Hans' impression of the Conservator apartment was one of curiosity mingled with a stern reminder that weird shit existed outside of the warp.

"A doorman," he nodded.

He hadn't forgotten that he was to report to Fritz. A small child clings to a banister before finally ascending the stairs to bed. So, too, did Hans cling to the excuse of finding homes for the Freddies. There wasn't any dark bedroom at the top of his stairs. It was a lair and inside it, growing gaunt on stale cigarettes and hollow rumors, was Plotter's avatar. The jovial smile on Hans' face became affixed. He would have attempted to impart a message had it been anyone but Dia standing in front of him. Tell your wife I love her. No. It was an unfair burden to place on Dia and Hans cast his message aside despite his growing dread.

His head bowed and he drew a slow breath. "I have to report elsewhere. I can't say if it's reassignment or something else. If I do not see you again, Dia, I wish to thank you for your acceptance of me for Chrys' sake. You're a good man. It's an honor to work with you."

Myra laughed and pulled Torii into a one-armed hug. "Of course I don't hate you! Are you fucking nuts? Girl, my temper flares just like everyone else but then I get over it. I was mad at Drova and now I'm not. I was kinda mad at you but I'm over it. I'm sorta mad at Marcus but that'll be gone in an hour."

She let her go and continued walking. "Growing old is weird. I mean, I really don't look forward to having my boobs all sagging down and getting all those wrinkles under my neck like some human turkey. Did you ever see that move, Death Becomes Her? That would be my luck. I'd wish for immortality and get it, but then I'd be stuck like those chicks and have to spend time making sure I don't damage my body. We should rent it. It's a funny movie."

by **Giovenith** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:28 pm

"We could, it's not a bad idea," Giovenith smiled half-heartedly, shrugging and walking on forward toward the exit. "Maybe bring sugar and caffeine too? You know, to help stay awake easier. I didn't plan my last sleep to be staying up till sunrise."

Fatigue would easily be their undoing in all of this. Not just the possibility of falling asleep, but the increasing inhibition of normal functions as time without sleep rose. Enough time without sleep could be comparable to being intoxicated.

"Look at it this way," she said over her shoulder to Yuna. "It's just one night."

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:38 pm

Torii had been in a pissy mood. Well, she still was, but Myra had humoured her, and she laughed with her. Yea, she thought that Gio and Yuna were bitches now, but she'd be frantic to see them in a few hours as well, and, while Marcus really almost put her into another fight, she thought he was a really cool guy. He still pissed her off with his bumping her, though.

"Maybe we can watch it, eh?", She hugged right back, twisting the two around in a few circles, before slipping and falling onto the grass. "Yea, like when someone wishes for immortality, but not eternal youth, and they keep getting older and older. I know there's something to do with cellular breakdown and aging, and a brain kill-switch or whatever. Magical means seem easier, though, and I'm determined to do it soon; adulthood is too old. I like how I am right now."

by **Motoneuron** » Tue Mar 04, 2014 11:16 pm

Cerillium wrote:
Torsiedelle wrote:"Oh, I know.", She replied dramatically. "I mean, we were only defending ourselves. Yea, totally makes us bad kids, totally means we need punishment, right?"

The sarcasm was overwhelming.

" And, ya know, I was so selfish and childish, well those goodie-two-shoes assholes can go fuck themselves."

She accepted the cigarette. "Thanks. I need it."

She stopped for a moment to look Myra. "Ya know, I actually liked Gio? Not anymore. Yuna? She looks down on me, I can tell it. Marcus is just....ugh!"

She swung forward and continued walking. "I don't feel right around them! I swear, why am I the one who screws things up, or is always childish and selfish!? They're just as bad! And the fucking cultists aren't being any better, leaving people who aren't even related to defend themselves because they're throwing a fucking tantrum of their own, who the hell do they think they are!?"

Myra quietly wondered if it was a full moon (it was. It just hadn't risen yet.)

"Everyone's on edge and people take their anger out on the people they like. This whole day has been just a big pile of bullshit and pain." She pulled a drag from her cigarette and coughed a new cloud as the smoke hit her soft palate and tonsils.

"I'm not going to write them all off, but I'm mad at this whole fucked up situation. It's totally fucked up. It's so fucked up that fucked isn't even a good enough word to describe it."

Myra angrily wiped away tears that were threatening to spread onto her cheeks. Was it so much to ask that she just have a normal life? Was that too much to beg of the cosmos? All she wanted was to go on the stupid tower ride with her friend. Now? Now she was missing the ride and missing the dance and torn between wanting to be mad at the others for Torii's sake and being actually mad at everyone for no reason at all.

"Yeah, fucked isn't good enough a word," she spat and continued walking.

Motoneuron wrote:Ki'Rek awoke wearily, gradually realizing that he had fallen asleep in the pilot seat shortly after landing. It felt like he had been running for ages, he just wanted to lay down and sleep for days but he was on an unfamiliar planet and he was starving, he could not afford to rest yet. On the bright side, the fact that he was still alive meant his plan had likely succeeded, if they were still on his trail they would have caught him after that careless move.
~~That night~~, he finally gathered the energy and ventured outside, he had known what this planet’s direct rays would do to him if he left earlier. He stumbled, weakly fighting the planet’s heavy gravity as he walked. Suddenly, a strange purple building got his eye. It was different from all of the buildings around it and it reminded him of something, something long passed.
As he entered the building he was greeted by an eerily familiar purple and red interior, faintly lit by a light blue bioluminescence. He definitely knew this place now, he hadn’t been here in ages, not since before the training started. Something was different though, he did not remember that staircase being there and he definitely did not remember that man standing behind a counter or the two standing opposite him.

Rudolf adjusted his grey uniform lapels. "When it rains, it pours." He consulted the small slip of paper on the desk. This newest arrival had to be Ki'Rek. O.C. Demens was very thorough.

"Welcome, welcome, please come in. You need a place to stay, ja? We've got your apartment ready. Just sign these forms. Take some brochures!" He placed these on a clipboard and waved the whole mess at the newcomer.

"Well, come on? This is just the standard Welcome to Bielefeld pamphlet. And here's a pamphlet that describes a bit about the Building. Here's a business directory for the city, and some takeout menus."

Ki’Rek stood there staring blankly at the strange man for a bit, not knowing what to think of what he had just said. Ki slowly and unsurely reached out and took the clipboard and looked over its contents, immediately noticing that it was written in his native language. The first thing that came to mind was that this was a trap to recapture him but even in his current state he quickly dismissed it, realizing that they would not need or employ this kind of deception. This strange situation brought up questions and suspicions in his mind by the dozens, and in any other situation he probably would have left right then but his hunger and weariness quickly overwhelmed his rational mind at the prospect of food and rest. He awkwardly grasped the pen, hastily scribbling his name and taking the other documents for later study.

“I understand that you have food?” Ki said, a bit more eagerly than he would have liked.

by **New Aksarben** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 12:08 am

"Yes, yes. That is a natural thing, but that doesn't make it pleasant, friend. But it does look quite fun. I'm not sure if my home has anything like it....." Indeed, his homeworld had no things made just for entertainment like that. It wasn't that they did nothing for fun, just that thrill rides had no use. Especially seeing as Khydirs could simply fly around and get thrills by exploring and daredevil flying. But Namal was determined to see what humans found fun, and seeing as this was here he thought they might as well try it out!

".....So, any idea how we get on that ride or whatever it is? I'm not sure what it even is, after all"

"I think shleep is a good idea, Willows. This Carnival was funs so far but I thinks I'm too drunks to do much more besides babble and shleep. Oooooor, we could always just do thingsh around heres. Like make up a giant canvash and paints and just....... Art! Make shome of the art you are greats at, Willow. I've alwaysh wanteds to help yous with that. It sheemed like quite a lots of fun!" Sterling rolled over onto his stomach, his fez miraculously staying on his head. He grinned over towards his friend, wondering what he'd have to say about his slightly drunken idea. It was an honest one, as Sterling had been curious if he could help Willow make some art but at the same time he didn't want to intrude on his friends 'thing'. Willow's art always amazed Sterling, after all. He knew it likely wouldn't be able to last past the carnival but that didn't mean he and his friend couldn't make something together possibly.

"Oh, Fuck!" Albert shouted, trying to dodge the best he could to get out of the way of the lightning bolts by doing something he rarely tried doing, using the natural strength he had from the relative power of his nation, jumping high into the air and aiming to land further away from the now erupting chaos, but his momentum simply landed him slightly closer to Harold. The personification grimiced as he landed, as he had not managed to escape the lightning bolts without being hit a few times. But (hopefully) luckily it had just been on his right leg. While the pain was horrendous from the strange properties of the bolts, Albert had honestly felt worse. He had been killed before after all, and it had not been pretty. But now was not a time for reminicing. He'd check the damage to his right leg later. For now he had to help in this fight.

Hurting Aegis was obviously off limits. Naomi seemed very close to him, and Albert knew the whole point was to rescue him, after all. So that left Harold, and the pillars. Harold was already being attacked by others, and Deuce was already on a warpath with the impressive weapon he carried around. Using something hugely deadly would just possibly hurt the others and that would definitely be unwise. So maybe Albert wasn't sure what he should do. He could try distracting this creature to let Deuce get to it easier..... Yes, Albert decided that would be the most useful course of action at this point. He had lost what he had been carrying around when the personification had jumped to avoid the lightning, so Albert began moving rapidly to drop his backpack onto the ground, reach inside and pulled out a semi automatic sub machine gun from his nation,before picking his backpack back up and swinging it over his shoulders again.

Part of Albert knew this was a stupid idea, and possibly very deadly, but he knew if he could get the creatures attention than Deuce could take care of it quicker. "Hey! Vos merdacissime monstrosa bestiam!" Albert shouted, pulling firing a few shouts at the thing to try getting its attention. "You do not hurt my friends and allies! Get back to whatever Hell you belong to!" He snarled and reached back to pull out a second copy of that sub machine gun (Albert was nothing if not prepared) from his backpack, before continuing to fire, this time with both guns. They used the same particle beam ammo as all other Aksarben weapons from its current era, which would easily vaporize flesh, blood, and bone like it was nothing, and usually would cauterize said injury right away, or possibly just set the person on fire. Albert had no idea if it would work on this thing, but it would hopefully just distract it if nothing else. The personification was running around as much as he could, to try and draw the thing's attention.

Albert, while seemingly completely collected on the surface, was starting to be convinced they had literally been transported to the underworld. Very few things made sense and many things were so horrible and terrifying even he was starting to be freaked out. He definitetly could not take much more of this. He'd probably be having nightmares and terrors of this ordeal for the rest of his extremely long life already. If this didn't get wrapped up quickly, Albert could end up passing out or something just like Dora already had. Even though he had seen many horrible things in his long life, there was just so much a mind could take before it couldn't take anymore. So Albert was hoping they could get this finished up quickly, especially for the sake of the others who couldn't really defend themselves.

by **The BranRiech** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:47 am

"I'll make sure to get some of that as well, but I think I'm pretty good at staying awake." Yuna chuckled, still a bit angry with Torii that she didn't even plan on pitching in on the problem she caused with her outbursts. She shared Gio's view that Torii was simply finding an outlet to bash authority when she wasn't at risk. It was stupid, and completely childish.

"You know? I kind of hope Torii doesn't show up tonight." She sighed, and started walking with Gio out of the carnival.

Her thoughts were cut off by a dull pain emanating from her back, where a good amount of her feathers fell off when they exited the gate. She winced, and remembered that she was only healed while in the Carnival.

"I'll . . . Be fine."

by **Primordial Luxa** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 10:49 am

The Pillar in the center of the room twisted suddenly opening up and lauching another pair of transdimensional lightning bolts, one of which was aimed at Deuce and one which was aimed at Kei. They two shards of light winked in and out of existence as they sailed towards the two, phasing the matter in their wake with devastating results.

Albert would find pain coursing through his body from his right leg as the beam had phased the bones located their out of his body leaving his right leg immobile and mostly useless. However that attack caused Harold to take notice of the personification and it began barreling towards him. He continued pressing on lashing out at Albert and continuing to spit acid at him while his body continued to morph and shift as semi humanoid organs bubbled up from his flesh like the ingredients of a soup before the flesh around them consumed them once again. Even as Harold surged towards Albert who was now only a few meters away he lashed out and the approaching Deuce and nearby Wren as the tentacles on his back leapt at them with sinister intelligence. They were pinkish red appendages each of them as thick around as a man arms. Wren was able to blow three of them apart while Deuce was easily able to saw through around seven of them. However they were simply too numerous and whenever they were damaged they would sink back into the creatures opening and another would shoot out. Eventually a couple of the tentacles would find purchase on the two chaos worshipper and would begin to constrict and use their powerful suction to attempt to pry off their armor. However Flint was able to get a lucky shot off distracting Harold from Albert for a moment and he replied to her by sending a stream of orange acid at Flint.

Aegis’s actions at this point could be forgiven as a symptom of him being insane and then being startled by a combination of Harold and the others but something’s didn’t have excuses and this was one of them. Aegis was in a completely primal mode and the screaming and bright lights were not doing anything to help him. Because of this he leapt forward with two bounding strides and rammed a clawed like hand into Toscha’s back as he fled. He strike him with such force that his blunt fingers actual punctured his skin and he proceeded to lift him up and toss him across the room at Kei.

by **Giovenith** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 11:15 am

Willow slowly tilted his head and narrowed his eyes contemplatively at his intoxicated friend. It had never flown across the pegasus's mind that Sterling would have any desire to delve into the activities of his practice, and truthfully a part of him suspected it was the cider talking. Still, Sterling was not, ironically enough, the type of pony to talk for the sake of talking. He rambled a lot, sure, but always about things that he would talk about. Willow had never known the unicorn to waste breath on feigning preoccupation, even when drunk.

Art was serious, that always rang true, so Willow didn't want to be fuzzy-headed for it. He wished it, so it was.

"The purpose of abstract art," he began, sounding professional once again. "Is to evoke emotion, sensation, and thought, rather than to depict the tangible. All art evokes feeling in one way or another, but I prefer abstract because of it's rawness to the approach, with a focus on color, shapes, textures, arrangement. It's like juicing out the pure essence of your subject itself and displaying it."

Willow wasn't entirely sure Sterling could understand what he was explaining at the moment, but it still felt necessary to say. He flew over to gently help the unicorn to his feet, and then wished up a simple canvas on a wooden easel.

"Now some ponies like to say that because of it's method, abstract art has no intrinsic value, or takes no real skill to produce. To quote the most vulgar comparison I have heard thus far, "somepony could throw up on a canvas and it'd be no worse."" Willow rolled his eyes. "But that simply is not true. It is too easy for anypony to say they can do something, and indeed anypony to could splash some paint around. But that does not make it abstract, it makes it a mess. Soulless, without artistic purpose, and therefore worthless and ugly. Breathe life, create sensation."

Here, he flew backward to give Sterling space with the canvas. "I'm sure you can summon the paint yourself. Let yourself feel, don't second-guess your initial feelings or rationalize them into a simple model. Just pay attention to what you feel, and let it out. How about you paint me... knowledge?"

---

"I think we'll need anyone who is willing to help," Giovenith admitted, not wanting to get into the troublesome kind of talk. "We're not that strong apart, and the things beyond will not be considerate of such. As soon as we get home, We should make certain we don't have wanderers tonight."

Upon Yuna's display of pain, Giovenith offered an arm to lean on with concern.

by **The Union of Carpathia** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 12:18 pm

Cerillium wrote:
The Union of Carpathia wrote:The man handed some forms to fill out and a bunch if pamphlets related to the area. She began to fill it out while the mechaman complained about his metal arm and headed upstairs. She handed the reception man back the forms she filled out and looked at the pamphlets. "These jobs open to anyone?" she asked.

Rudolf took the papers and shoved them into the box on the wall. A golden key appeared in front of Luka.

"There are always people hiring," Rudolf smiled, "It greatly depends upon what you want to do and your skills. If you're looking to stay busy, our security did a walk-out tonight. We're asking residents to help patrol the building. I'd recommend you lock your door after nightfall if you don't want to help with that. Safer. There are dreadful and deadly things. Oh, and you're in 7C. Seventh floor. You can take the stairs or the lift."

He settled into the chair again. "Forgot to mention: free coffee and bagels in the communal kitchen. That's on the second floor next to the communal dining room."

She thanked him and got into the elavator. She pressed the button and the light lit up. The lift activated and it began to pull her up. The door opened. She got out out and walked down the hallway to her room. Each room had a wooden door with a gold colored label. The hallway was white and carpeted. She was more focused on her room than noticing the flooring of the hallway, she could just hear the rustling of her boots and the soft sound her steps made. She finally made it to her room and unlocked the door. She opened it and saw her new apartment. The walls were white, the bed sheets were purple. There was a window that gave a good view of Bellevielle. In addition, there was a desk with stationary, a closet, and a bathroom. She hung her coat, took the jobs listing, and laid down on the bed. "What am I gonna do?" She said to herself.

by **The Carlisle** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:12 pm

Cerillium wrote:
The Carlisle wrote:Kale turned around to face the last Freddie. It was like the others before. She dropped the items she had in her hands and got into the stance. She reprogrammed it, being extra careful this time. It too flipped moods, going into a passive state. It looked around, not really doing anything. Kale relaxed her stance. "There, they're are all fine now," she said. She went to pick up the items she dropped but noticed they were gone. She turned to the two mellow Freddies to see that they both had lit blunts in their mouths.

Kale sighed, not knowing what to do with them."Fine, smoke away. Just do it outside," she said.

"The weed smokers would work in the back yard, but the first Freddie? Not too sure. Would hate to see him locked away in a room." Hans eyed all three again. "We could use a doorman. That would keep him in the front yard. He could enjoy sunlight from inside the lobby during the winter."

The cultist shrugged at Dean. "Just a thought. The City can't complain much if they stay on the property."

"A doorman? That's a great idea! I should find a tailor to get a cute suit made for him," she said. Although she smiled happily, behind that was a feeling of worry and sadness. Although she was focus elsewhere, she had been paying mind to what was going around her. The plans to go to the dance were dashed away. The cultists had throw a monkey wrench in the works. She didn't understand why. Did they cause enough trouble for them? She crossed her arms and started thinking on what to do. Her face beamed. She had a great idea in mind.

"Heinz, I gotta go. I need to do something. It was nice meeting you. I can trust you to watch over these three okay?" Kale said, going into a run, "Bye Heinz!" And with that, she left the group and carnival. Her destination was the building.

She ran into the building lobby, stopping in the center of the room to catch her breathe. She walked up to Ralph, who was settled in a chair drinking an afternoon coffee. "Ralph, is there any rooms open for tomorrow. Like, can I rent out one of the communal rooms for a party?" she said, panting a bit.

by **Swith Witherward** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:00 pm

Primordial Luxa wrote:
The Pillar in the center of the room twisted suddenly opening up and lauching another pair of transdimensional lightning bolts, one of which was aimed at Deuce and one which was aimed at Kei. They two shards of light winked in and out of existence as they sailed towards the two, phasing the matter in their wake with devastating results.

Albert would find pain coursing through his body from his right leg as the beam had phased the bones located their out of his body leaving his right leg immobile and mostly useless. However that attack caused Harold to take notice of the personification and it began barreling towards him. He continued pressing on lashing out at Albert and continuing to spit acid at him while his body continued to morph and shift as semi humanoid organs bubbled up from his flesh like the ingredients of a soup before the flesh around them consumed them once again. Even as Harold surged towards Albert who was now only a few meters away he lashed out and the approaching Deuce and nearby Wren as the tentacles on his back leapt at them with sinister intelligence. They were pinkish red appendages each of them as thick around as a man arms. Wren was able to blow three of them apart while Deuce was easily able to saw through around seven of them. However they were simply too numerous and whenever they were damaged they would sink back into the creatures opening and another would shoot out. Eventually a couple of the tentacles would find purchase on the two chaos worshipper and would begin to constrict and use their powerful suction to attempt to pry off their armor. However Flint was able to get a lucky shot off distracting Harold from Albert for a moment and he replied to her by sending a stream of orange acid at Flint.

Aegis’s actions at this point could be forgiven as a symptom of him being insane and then being startled by a combination of Harold and the others but something’s didn’t have excuses and this was one of them. Aegis was in a completely primal mode and the screaming and bright lights were not doing anything to help him. Because of this he leapt forward with two bounding strides and rammed a clawed like hand into Toscha’s back as he fled. He strike him with such force that his blunt fingers actual punctured his skin and he proceeded to lift him up and toss him across the room at Kei.

“YOU BITCH!”

Deuce’s prayers: Heady incantations tumbling in a language only known to her heart. Spittle and pain and eager death. Turbulences dry fucked the swirling vortex with in the heart, black rhombus tears dripping from scintillating strands of souls which encompassed the very chemical strings binding life together. It throbbed and hummed from within her, an echoing chorus undulating through time and space to lash out. It came not from the matrix but from she which was housed within it. Fervent notions lifted in refrain to harmonize in tandem with the senseless actions of all within the room and yet, in the midst of pandemonium, focus was found; in the bleak and hopelessness Chaos found purchase, and Cthulhu be damned because there was one line you never crossed, and it pertained to property rights and a possessive sense of entitlement. Insanity, wrath, insanity, and there the rational thought of irrational gods rose from the bedlam and seared through all the sensibilities and polite courtesies which grounded the avatar to her humanity.

Naomi rose without effort, blind to Dora’s unconscious body and Aegis quick flight, and forgot that her feet belonged anchored on the ground. Each god was duality in nature and magnanimity had tipped towards the uncharitable and malicious side. Fully manifested within a prismatic sphere which siphoned the negative emotions from suffering mortals around her, yet protected her from being touched, she raised her pale finger and pointed it at the monster.

“Don’t you DARE fuck with MY property. Those are MY worshipers. My pantheon did NOT intrude on yours.”

Pain was pleasure and the god was watered by the delicious dying soul stream of a thousand cruel acts performed in her name. In that brief moment, she didn’t care if the whole universe lived or died although, at the moment, ever last person in the room had unknowingly been embraced by her as one of her protected followers regardless of what they personally chose to follow. Her mortal champion and pet tick tock girl were in the grip of the monster. Her vision tunneled from blistering rage and she clenched her fist with enough force to cause joints to crackle.

Sigils adorning the Astarte’s armor flared to violent purple at her beckoning. The ceramite ablative layer rippled as the adamantium and plasteel plates within reformed as if all were made of sculptor’s putty. Deuce, too, swelled. Anguished screams tore from his throat as she bestowed gifts upon him. Two extra arms tore through the malleable mess and then the entire thing solidified as newly born armor, a white-hot mess of hatred and fury solidified into a spiritual shell which now housed a Champion reborn.

“Death becomes you,” was all she said to the monster as she turned her back on it and focused on the pillar itself. The vibrant sphere intensified.

by **Swith Witherward** » Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:32 pm

Motoneuron wrote:
Ki’Rek stood there staring blankly at the strange man for a bit, not knowing what to think of what he had just said. Ki slowly and unsurely reached out and took the clipboard and looked over its contents, immediately noticing that it was written in his native language. The first thing that came to mind was that this was a trap to recapture him but even in his current state he quickly dismissed it, realizing that they would not need or employ this kind of deception. This strange situation brought up questions and suspicions in his mind by the dozens, and in any other situation he probably would have left right then but his hunger and weariness quickly overwhelmed his rational mind at the prospect of food and rest. He awkwardly grasped the pen, hastily scribbling his name and taking the other documents for later study.

“I understand that you have food?” Ki said, a bit more eagerly than he would have liked.

The Carlisle wrote:
"A doorman? That's a great idea! I should find a tailor to get a cute suit made for him," she said. Although she smiled happily, behind that was a feeling of worry and sadness. Although she was focus elsewhere, she had been paying mind to what was going around her. The plans to go to the dance were dashed away. The cultists had throw a monkey wrench in the works. She didn't understand why. Did they cause enough trouble for them? She crossed her arms and started thinking on what to do. Her face beamed. She had a great idea in mind.

"Heinz, I gotta go. I need to do something. It was nice meeting you. I can trust you to watch over these three okay?" Kale said, going into a run, "Bye Heinz!" And with that, she left the group and carnival. Her destination was the building.

She ran into the building lobby, stopping in the center of the room to catch her breathe. She walked up to Ralph, who was settled in a chair drinking an afternoon coffee. "Ralph, is there any rooms open for tomorrow. Like, can I rent out one of the communal rooms for a party?" she said, panting a bit.

Rudolf stuffed Ki's application into the box on the wall and a golden key appeared on the counter in front of him. It was labeled "7G". He settled back down and took a sip from his coffee.

"Hmm, looks like you're the last one on that floor," he mused. "As for a meal? Ja, we have those. The communal areas are right up the stairs. A kitchen and dining room. Rec room. Clean up after yourself and pitch in by purchasing groceries now and then. Keep in mind that we all share the place. There's also the Chaos Restaurant down the street. Very nice food, but leave weapons at the door. There's no fighting in there, and no use of magic. It's a respectable place. If you want Asian cuis-"

Kale tumbled over to the desk and Rudolf instinctively drew his coffee cup towards his chest. "A huh? Rent out? There's the dining room upstairs. No one has booked it for anything tomorrow. Sure, I don't see why not. Let me know if you want help setting things up. We don't mind pitching in."

He eyed her, worried over her breathless state. "Do you need to sit down? Some water?" The last thing he wanted was to fill out accident report paperwork. O. C. Demens was a bastard when it came to insurance claims.

"Ah, Ki'Rek, this is Kale from 7F. She's your neighbor. Kale, meet Ki'Rek. He's across the hall in 7G."

Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

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