Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Altito Asmoro]

"Thanks. So...what is the use of this meeting, aside from friendly conversations, meeting new people, and drinking? I mean, isn't it quite strange for just this kind of activities, and not to do anything?" asked Raka, simply.

"As someone who's sent around the world quite often to do nothing but talk, I understand your confusion. Really, though, it's a party, not so much a meeting. My Sister's lover and his fellows threw this party for her sake; only, it hasn't quite gotten started yet as people have been arriving throughout the past hour or so. I'm sure there'll be things to do shortly. In the meantime, there's quite a delicious spread of food available, if you're hungry. Do you have any special food requirements?"

Luce rethought his opinion of Raka. There seemed to be a single focus about him, as if he were businesslike. The short speech might be due to natural reserve, or feeling out of place as he'd mentioned earlier.

"No. In the meantime, I need to get out of here, lest I want to be crazy. My disease will return soon if don't...stop talking in my mind! I'm trying to say. Sorry, Schizoprenic." said Raka hurriedly, as he went straight into the exit door.

[Mincaldenteans]

"Starfleet base?" Rudolf grew quiet and tilted his head, listening to his inner demon, and then nodded his head. "There isn't one. There won't be one for a long while. You're in the past. You're in a different dimension. But the Residents are accustomed to all sorts of things. You might even enjoy fellowship with my people."

The cultist could only imagine the horror of being isolated from his brothers. To be alone, the only one of his kind in an unfamiliar place. To lack the ability to go home? To find a wife? To hear another speak German or to raise a stein in celebration of a good mission or to toast a friend? At least the Ponies had arrived as a pair. At least the Fae could seek out other Fae. But this large male in front of him? It was worse than anything even Sig endured.

"You'll need a place to stay," he advised. "Here, sign and get a key, and then go feast. It's a meal to honor love between one of my kinsman and a Conservator. Er... warriors. You'd be welcome there."

Rudolf slid the clipboard across the desk. The magical nature of the paper reformed the words into the pIqaD alphabet. "Oh, and take a brochure. It'll tell you about the place. The local hangout is the Chaos restaurant, but it's neutral ground. No magic allowed, no fighting. Drink and eat as much as you can."

Again, a pang. "And if you go to Chaos sometime, tell them to put it on War's tab. I'm Rudolf, by the way. It's good to meet you."

"I do not do well in captivity, there must be a way back. If this is some kind of timeshift, then I am already," he paused for a second to think about it. Klingons did not care about science, but because the humans were so obsessed with history and continuity and the delicate balance of nature, Klingon officer training had a (very brief) course on it and stressed about occurrences that could happen within the Empire itself and the procedures on what to do after. He found the word finally, "Contaminating the history am I not? Bah!" He said impatiently, looking at the contents on the paper of the clipboard. Grasping the pen, he struggled not to break it in half merely from holding it while he scribbled his name haphazardly in Klingon upon the dotted line.

The former captain ignored the possibility that he was, for all intents and purposes, stuck here. This place would not have the technology capable of bringing him back, and unless his crew had survived the transition, there was no hope to getting back to his ship and attempting a temporal slingshot. And even then, it would be risky. Still, the Klingon showed no emotion to the reality that this was to be home whether he liked it or not.

"I curse the yIn'tagh that actually thought fit to confuse the balance of things," Mezran grumbled as he scribbled and pushed the clipboard back to Rudolf, the gruff Klingon grunted and took the brochure, though it was more than likely he would not look at it unless he had no other choice. He preferred to discover things on his own. "I am Mezran, Son of Jag'oth, of the House of StoH'raQ," he said with a curt nod. Hearing upon magic, the Klingon barked a laugh, "There was a time my people would have believed such things, gods, even. We slew such nuisance as they were more trouble than they were worth.

"But have no fear, Rudolf," which came out to something like 'Rood-hoff', "I do no intend to start quarrel with any, but I will end one. Now," he said with more gusto in anticipation of food, a fully belly and drink, "Direct me to this feast. Will you be joining?"

[Swith Witherward]

"I do not do well in captivity, there must be a way back. If this is some kind of timeshift, then I am already," he paused for a second to think about it. Klingons did not care about science, but because the humans were so obsessed with history and continuity and the delicate balance of nature, Klingon officer training had a (very brief) course on it and stressed about occurrences that could happen within the Empire itself and the procedures on what to do after. He found the word finally, "Contaminating the history am I not? Bah!" He said impatiently, looking at the contents on the paper of the clipboard. Grasping the pen, he struggled not to break it in half merely from holding it while he scribbled his name haphazardly in Klingon upon the dotted line.

The former captain ignored the possibility that he was, for all intents and purposes, stuck here. This place would not have the technology capable of bringing him back, and unless his crew had survived the transition, there was no hope to getting back to his ship and attempting a temporal slingshot. And even then, it would be risky. Still, the Klingon showed no emotion to the reality that this was to be home whether he liked it or not.

"I curse the yIn'tagh that actually thought fit to confuse the balance of things," Mezran grumbled as he scribbled and pushed the clipboard back to Rudolf, the gruff Klingon grunted and took the brochure, though it was more than likely he would not look at it unless he had no other choice. He preferred to discover things on his own. "I am Mezran, Son of Jag'oth, of the House of StoH'raQ," he said with a curt nod. Hearing upon magic, the Klingon barked a laugh, "There was a time my people would have believed such things, gods, even. We slew such nuisance as they were more trouble than they were worth.

"But have no fear, Rudolf," which came out to something like 'Rood-hoff', "I do no intend to start quarrel with any, but I will end one. Now," he said with more gusto in anticipation of food, a fully belly and drink, "Direct me to this feast. Will you be joining?"

Rudolf said nothing about the possibility of return. They had quite a few stuck with them, people such as the Viking and the Ponies. Oh god of War, the Ponies! The cultist wondered how the Klingon would react to something so... cute. Did his species appreciate things like that? He seemed no-nonsense and stern. The cultist put it out of his mind as he stuffed the lease into the box. Per usual, the gold key appeared on the counter near the Klingon's hand.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mezran, Son of Jag'oth, of the House StoH'raQ," Rudolf did his best to not trip over the strange glottal stops although he, by habit of tongue, twisted the 'the' to "zee".

Ponies.

"I have no need to sit behind the desk. I believe we aren't expecting any more arrivals today. I'll join you. Oh, and take your key. You're on the fourth floor, apartment 4J."

He directed Mezran to the stairs. Did they have elevators in this creature's time? Better to be safe than sorry. He also gave a bit of information as they went. "The second floor houses communal areas. Kitchen, dining room, recreational room, VR room. There's a pool and gym on the lobby floor where we just were. The roof is nice. There's a hangar, some lounge chairs and turret weapons up there. The town has much to offer. Parks, the Haven, an opera house, a battle arena, shops, a food market."

They arrived at the dining room door. Flowers. Lots of flowers. Pillars. Silken banners. The Residents were a mixture of mundane to creepy to cute. At least the aroma of food was enticing... or maybe not. Rudolf had no idea what Klingons ate. He suspected it wasn't cocktail weenies and puff pastries. He spotted Hans and Chrys in a group and gestured to them. "The couple. The flowers symbolize her name, I think. Not sure. It's a mix of occupations here. Poets and warriors, ambassadors and gods. Fae, Time Cops, Ponies, conscripts and child soldiers. Some of them are human. Some aren't."

Just wait until you meet a Raptor or Deuce.

"Come. Looks like things are just getting started." He lead the Mezran towards Hans and his companions.

[Tiltjuice]

"No. In the meantime, I need to get out of here, lest I want to be crazy. My disease will return soon if don't...stop talking in my mind! I'm trying to say. Sorry, Schizoprenic." said Raka hurriedly, as he went straight into the exit door.

Luce frowned, trailing Raka closely. Poor fellow. I hope he's not afflicted with social phobia as well, like the Captain. Perhaps Ogoti could do something? I'll ask Dora to ask him, possibly.

He tried to do his best to screen the Asian man from others' view, guessing that he might be ashamed of the schizophrenia. The huge nonhuman man coming in escorted by Hans' brother, though, put paid to that.

[Torsiedelle]

Flint smiled brightly. "See? Is exactly how I said it would be. True friends always forgive each other." She chugged a swig of vodka. "Is great feeling it is, truly." She grabbed a chair from the side of the room and sat in it. "So, how to pass the time now?" She asked.

"Oh, I don't know."

Letting go of Yuna, but still standing next to her, Tora cracked open the bottle of beer. After popping the cap against the side of a chair, she took but a small sip, and leaned against the wall. "Does Yuna want to say anything, or does Flint want to tell us the story of how she got her name? I won't mind either way, so it's up to you guys. I'm just happy to be around."

[The BranRiech]

"So who is Flint anyways?" Yuna shrugged. She didn't see the Froxian at all before, and didn't even know there was a place called Monfrox. She was a bit confused as well, why someone's name would share the name of a rock that made light as well.

"So . . . Flint? I'm surprised to see you're not . . . Surprised at me, I guess."

[Mandicoria]

"Well, I don't know too much about the mechanisms of the country itself," Giovenith admitted, while fetching herself a quick little drink as well. Something to keep her alert. "I do know that due to the large amount of supernatural people coming here, it has the proper protections for such, which I find rather unique. It also has a rather German feel to it sometimes."

"Is there a reason why there's a large amount of supernaturals here?" Mandi asked as he grabbed a juice box "Only other place where I saw a large supernatural population pop up is New Calvin, Prekara. Which is a horrible city by the way." He shivered just for remembering the city "Only place worse is Scandavia's Capital, Karnevka. Cold as all hell that city is."

[Vrijeme]

Cerril raised an eyebrow at this strange human. He mentioned the future, the past, as if he had seen it all... Odd. Probably some loony cultist or conspiracy nut. Or he was just on drugs. Then he mentioned the timelord thing... He'd have to ask more questions about that later. "I'm an Arkadat... I suppose you could call us the result of an awkward accident involving horses, humans, and insects. We're from Earth, by the way. Not aliens. And, like I'm presuming your race does, we also live a long time. My mother is 12,000 years old." Cerril said, looking down at Saren. "And this is a half-Arkadat pony. And my son. Say hi to the time lord, Saren."

Saren yelled enthusiastically at the Time Lord, waving his hooves. "Hi, time wowd! I'm a pwince!" He said, before calming down and returning his attentions to the birds outside.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness." the Seer said, smiling and bowing, "I do love being in the presence of royalty."

The Seer quickly took out his notebook, drew a picture of Cerril and Saren, then jotted down 'Arkadat. Long lifespan. Oldest currently known to Time Lords is 12,000. Earth creatures. Experiment either gone horribly wrong or horribly right involving horses, humans and insects.' He did a quick scan of the pair and checked the readings, jotting down a few notes.

"An accident involving horses, humans and insects?" he said, smiling, "That's a first."

[The Carlisle]

Kale was surprised by the enthusiasm of the cultists. "Okay! Okay! I'll help if you put me down," she said. The cultists set her down. She giggled cutely. She never got this reaction when she asked to help. "Okay everyone. Stand still!" she exclaimed.

She crossed her arms as she always did when she used her powers. A breeze of wind blew through the windows, blowing her hair upward and blowing out dozens of seeds from her hair. The seeds rolled across the room, going into various places.

"Grow."

The seeds sprouted, growing larger and larger. They covered the pillars,the room, the ceiling, and the statue like a viney creature. While it seemed like wild growth, the plant grew up until certain points. It didn't touch the tables or chairs. It left pathways scattered about, allowing people to walk to and fro without touching the plant. The plant didn't completely cover the statue nor the pillars,instead growing lightly on top of them. Then the growth stopped.

"Bloom."

The plants bloomed into a medley of flowers. Irises, lilacs, petunias, carnations, roses, and rhododendrons; A rainbow of color covered the room. The place truly looked like a garden now.

Kale uncrossed her arms. She was pleased with her work. "So, how do you like it?" she said, "Too many flowers?" she giggled at that. What am I saying. You can never have 'too many' flowers."

[Fraire]

Well then. I guess I better follow it. He walked through the hall, following the blue line. After reaching the door, he thought for a moment. Do I knock or walk in. Is it an office or...wait, it's obviously not an office. He twisted the handle in opened the door. Tsanis then walked in.

Inside was a small office, a cube four meters in length, width, and height. A desk sat in the corner, with only two slots for input and output. No paper to be found, but a pencil cup full of pens. The design of the office was white with rounded corners, like the rest of the building.

Behind the desk, sat a robot in a light blue suit. It's face a rigid smooth plastic white with a smile molded permanently on. Its blue, unblinking, eye lights were fixed on Tsanis.

"Hello Tsanis! And thank you for choosing Eldritch Incorporated! I see you desire employment at our fine company? If you don't mind me asking, why don't you tell me what you hope to achieve?" the robot asked with a more masculine voice than the one on the phone, but it was not dissimilar to the other voice. Very cheerful and friendly, with not a drop of malice to be found.

"Ah, yes. A robot. I should have seen that coming. Anyway, I hope to achieve in improving my skills as an engineer and scientist." He paused before he said scientist as that was a half lie. He wasn't really licensed but he knew a lot about chemistry and things. "Also, I'm tired of sitting alone with my inventions. I don't really like building things. I like building things for other people." That, also, was a half lie. He loved building things. He just liked helping other people better. Mostly for the challenge of building all the random things. "Its fun to see my customers come to my door with a worried look thinking, is it done? it is good? What is it like? Then me showing them the contraption I've made perfect." He stopped, not wanting to bore the robot. He started wondering how robots can get bored.

[Primordial Luxa]

Primordial nodded at her correction “I see”, Atosh was not a member of their pantheon he had met merely one he had heard about so he was unsure about many things pertaining to him. Regardless of his alliances Primordial still felt a sense of disgust towards him and his former master. That sort of betrayal and infighting was completely alien to him, he couldn’t image a pantheon fighting among itself. That in his mind was not something gods did.

He smiled when she mentioned the scarves “I’d love to see them” he could tell the entire ordeal was taxing to her so he didn’t stress it and simply moved on to a topic that he himself was still trying to cope with. The world sure seems to be in dire need of some emotional relief right now. He considered how prescription medication might affect her, but the images were either too hilarious or too disturbing for him to focus on for long.

“Of course you can.” He said hesitantly not entirely comfortable with the subject just yet but wanting to talk about it none the less. “But first let me tell you the story I promised I would, because it will put this event in perspective.” Primordial crossed his legs and rested his head a top his hands which were resting on his cane it made him look contemplative and wizened.

“Their once was a child called Connor. Connor’s parents had died when he was young and he had gone to live with his aunt, his aunt however was quite unstable. Each week she would go out and buy Connor a puppy and she would then beat him until he killed it and wore its face like a mask. This went on for several years until his aunt died, but by this time he was 18 and was living on his own however he still killed stray animals from time to time.”

“Eventually though he met a man called Mr. Arkham, Mr. Arkham was an avatar of the Crawling Chaos who took Connor under his wing to be his accomplice on earth. Connor did great work for Mr. Arkham. He travelled to the North Pole and recovered lost treasures of Atlantis, he found the knife of the Grey Man and used it to depopulate an entire town, and he enticed the mask mute to join Mr. Arkham’s council of destruction. However his most important task was once of self-sacrifice, Mr. Arkham wanted Connor to give himself over to become the vessel for the powerful and godlike Gith.”

“Mr. Arkham promised that such a sacrifice would only be temporary and that he would do his best to make his disembodiment as comfortable as possible. Connor agreed however on the eve of the surgery that would make him a suitable host Connor fled to reconsider his decision. Mr. Arkham hunted him down and convinced him to come back reminding Connor of all that he had done for him.”

“The ritual was a success and Connor was transplanted as a brain and eyes into a vase to give the Gith room to control him. However for that one split moment of hesitation that Connor had, Mr. Arkham placed his jar in a brightly lit room in front of a mirror. He sits there for eternity gazing at his disembodied form being allowed to revel in the horror, pain and sheer mind shattering concept of being divorced from his body”

“I tell you this because it’s important to realize how lucky we are. Connor was disloyal for a single moment only worried that the processes of having his brain removed might kill him. Yet for that he will suffer for eternity. We on the other hand offered a much more vengeful deity with a much more severe act of betrayal. By all accounts we incredibly unequivocally lucky. As for you questions in general. I have no idea what Aegis and Insidious experienced directly as much of our torture was purely mental. I’m not sure what sort of situation Aegis is in he was missing half his body and seemed to be mostly brain dead.”

[Giovenith]

"Is there a reason why there's a large amount of supernaturals here?" Mandi asked as he grabbed a juice box "Only other place where I saw a large supernatural population pop up is New Calvin, Prekara. Which is a horrible city by the way." He shivered just for remembering the city "Only place worse is Scandavia's Capital, Karnevka. Cold as all hell that city is."

"To be honest? None of us have got a clue," Giovenith admitted, sipping some drink with a dainty swirly straw she'd pulled from her pocket. "I've been asking it for some time, but we've only had whimsical speculation at this point. There's just something about this place. Maybe there is a reason, but I can't figure it right now. Either way, this city isn't horrible... it's protected!"

Here, she suddenly grimaced a bit, remembering her own experience.

"I- actually had a pretty close call with them not too long ago. Looooong story, don't ask."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness." the Seer said, smiling and bowing, "I do love being in the presence of royalty."

The Seer quickly took out his notebook, drew a picture of Cerril and Saren, then jotted down 'Arkadat. Long lifespan. Oldest currently known to Time Lords is 12,000. Earth creatures. Experiment either gone horribly wrong or horribly right involving horses, humans and insects.' He did a quick scan of the pair and checked the readings, jotting down a few notes.

"An accident involving horses, humans and insects?" he said, smiling, "That's a first."

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is the difference between Time Lords, humans, godlings, and the sort?" Willow spoke up finally, sounding a bit skeptical. His mouth and eyes were set in befuddled, light kind of crossness with the conundrum. "I hope this doesn't sound offensive or anything, but you all look quite the same to me. With ponies, everypony is a "pony", but we have different races that are easy to identify by horns, wings, or lack thereof. Sterling is a unicorn, he has a horn, and I'm a pegasus, I have wings..."

Here, Willow scooted forward to give his plumed wings room to give a few demonstrative flaps. After that, he folded them again, sat back, and looked back at the Seer.

"But we're both ponies. I'm just not quite aware of what the difference is with the rest of you," he continued. "You all have the same shape: Tall, mostly hairless, walk on two legs, hands, flat faces, et cetera. But a lot of those who I try to refer to, like you and my roommate, insist that you are not human at all. What makes you all so different? Is there an easy way to tell?"

[Mandicoria]

"Is there a reason why there's a large amount of supernaturals here?" Mandi asked as he grabbed a juice box "Only other place where I saw a large supernatural population pop up is New Calvin, Prekara. Which is a horrible city by the way." He shivered just for remembering the city "Only place worse is Scandavia's Capital, Karnevka. Cold as all hell that city is."

"To be honest? None of us have got a clue," Giovenith admitted, sipping some drink with a dainty swirly straw she'd pulled from her pocket. "I've been asking it for some time, but we've only had whimsical speculation at this point. There's just something about this place. Maybe there is a reason, but I can't figure it right now. Either way, this city isn't horrible... it's protected!"

Here, she suddenly grimaced a bit, remembering her own experience.

"I- actually had a pretty close call with them not too long ago. Looooong story, don't ask."

Mandi looked at her with surprise "You had a close call with the Scandavians?"

Scandi turned to them, hearing words about his country. Words that would've caused him to go berserk of petty nationalist issues, but he wasn't sure if what he heard is what he thought he heard. Scandi just took a sip of juice, and listened to what the two were talking about.

[Giovenith]

Mandi looked at her with surprise "You had a close call with the Scandavians?"

Scandi turned to them, hearing words about his country. Words that would've caused him to go berserk of petty nationalist issues, but he wasn't sure if what he heard is what he thought he heard. Scandi just took a sip of juice, and listened to what the two were talking about.

The white-haired girl looked confused for a second, trying to piece out what Mandi meant. "Huh? Oh no! I meant the supernatural police protecting Bielefeld! You see, not every supernatural that comes here is very nice, so they make sure that the ones who are trying to harm don't." She seemed to scrunch up at a memory. "I mean, I didn't- Well, I did- But they were- gah, like I said, it's a long story. I'd kind of rather not talk about it, actually. A lot of sad things happened."

Her eyes shifted to the side and she briefly sniffed, before collecting herself and focusing back on what was important. "So about those other cities? Are they much like this one?"

[ApertureScienceInc]

Inside was a small office, a cube four meters in length, width, and height. A desk sat in the corner, with only two slots for input and output. No paper to be found, but a pencil cup full of pens. The design of the office was white with rounded corners, like the rest of the building.

Behind the desk, sat a robot in a light blue suit. It's face a rigid smooth plastic white with a smile molded permanently on. Its blue, unblinking, eye lights were fixed on Tsanis.

"Hello Tsanis! And thank you for choosing Eldritch Incorporated! I see you desire employment at our fine company? If you don't mind me asking, why don't you tell me what you hope to achieve?" the robot asked with a more masculine voice than the one on the phone, but it was not dissimilar to the other voice. Very cheerful and friendly, with not a drop of malice to be found.

"Ah, yes. A robot. I should have seen that coming. Anyway, I hope to achieve in improving my skills as an engineer and scientist." He paused before he said scientist as that was a half lie. He wasn't really licensed but he knew a lot about chemistry and things. "Also, I'm tired of sitting alone with my inventions. I don't really like building things. I like building things for other people." That, also, was a half lie. He loved building things. He just liked helping other people better. Mostly for the challenge of building all the random things. "Its fun to see my customers come to my door with a worried look thinking, is it done? it is good? What is it like? Then me showing them the contraption I've made perfect." He stopped, not wanting to bore the robot. He started wondering how robots can get bored.

"Then you have come to the right place! We have many opportunities for innovative engineers with the public good in mind! Why don't you tell me what sort of things you make, to see which division is best for you?" The robot gleefully said as he leaned forward. His positronic cognitive engine was connected to the corporate hive mind. In the eyes of the law, corporations had the rights of people, this particular one might as well have been a person. Or was it already?

[Fraire]

"Ah, yes. A robot. I should have seen that coming. Anyway, I hope to achieve in improving my skills as an engineer and scientist." He paused before he said scientist as that was a half lie. He wasn't really licensed but he knew a lot about chemistry and things. "Also, I'm tired of sitting alone with my inventions. I don't really like building things. I like building things for other people." That, also, was a half lie. He loved building things. He just liked helping other people better. Mostly for the challenge of building all the random things. "Its fun to see my customers come to my door with a worried look thinking, is it done? it is good? What is it like? Then me showing them the contraption I've made perfect." He stopped, not wanting to bore the robot. He started wondering how robots can get bored.

"Then you have come to the right place! We have many opportunities for innovative engineers with the public good in mind! Why don't you tell me what sort of things you make, to see which division is best for you?" The robot gleefully said as he leaned forward. His positronic cognitive engine was connected to the corporate hive mind. In the eyes of the law, corporations had the rights of people, this particular one might as well have been a person. Or was it already?

Tsanis thought for a moment. 'I usually make things that move around. I like things that do something. For instance, I'm currently making a machine that powers itself. It's taken me a lot of work. Sometimes, I just wing it and make whatever I think of. But if you really must know, I like to make things that would improve oneself; such as a robotic limb. I always find those interesting." Tsanis wondered if he would regret choosing that. Never mind that. Think about it. You're getting paid to do what you do anyway. Only this time, with money. Now I can finally pay for all those things I don't actually need, because if I don't, the community will collapse.

[Mandicoria]

Mandi looked at her with surprise "You had a close call with the Scandavians?"

Scandi turned to them, hearing words about his country. Words that would've caused him to go berserk of petty nationalist issues, but he wasn't sure if what he heard is what he thought he heard. Scandi just took a sip of juice, and listened to what the two were talking about.

The white-haired girl looked confused for a second, trying to piece out what Mandi meant. "Huh? Oh no! I meant the supernatural police protecting Bielefeld! You see, not every supernatural that comes here is very nice, so they make sure that the ones who are trying to harm don't." She seemed to scrunch up at a memory. "I mean, I didn't- Well, I did- But they were- gah, like I said, it's a long story. I'd kind of rather not talk about it, actually. A lot of sad things happened."

Her eyes shifted to the side and she briefly sniffed, before collecting herself and focusing back on what was important. "So about those other cities? Are they much like this one?"

"Good god no!" Mandi replied "New Carson's mostly destroyed, on account that the Prekarans invaded the small city stated that it once was." He took a quick sip of juice before continuing "Karnevka's filled to the brim with secret police, executions, and anything you'd see in a dystopian future movie."

"Sure isn't any worse than New Hope, or Arksskade!" Scandi shouted

Mandi almost immediately turned to Scandi with an extremely angered look on his face "You take that back, GIR hat wanting filth!"

"Make me!" Scandi raised his arms, with a sort of "Come at me, bro" look to it.

[Germanic Templars]

"I'm perfectly fine with a little bit of walking, no worries, Gregor." Natiya replied casually, using his first name, hopefully to make some good first impressions. She didn't know if that was acceptable, but she did have that tendency to use people's names if they were provided to her. Despite all her thoughts of that, she followed along as they walked through the ship, heading to, hopefully, the shuttles.

"Oh good, cause it's a good 4 mile walk there." He remarked with a little bit of humor. "Of course, we won't walk," As he said that a cart was waiting for them on the other side of the hall. The width of the hallway was as wide as a standard road with side walks included, except that the hallway was all even in plain. The height was enough for the mech suit to walk around with enough head room for him to jump (estimated 20 ft). "We'll drive there, so all is good. Now then, let's get in, shall we?"

The cart was no bigger than a golf cart except include that it can go 80 mph, guard rails around it, and lacked the roof, so a golf cart that Jackass would use for a stunt. It was snow white with jet black interior with a front passenger and driver seat and a passenger seat for 3. Aleki looked at Natiya before looking at the Swedish man getting into the cart and starting it up. Holding her hand, they both walked to the cart, got in and drove off. Later on they were dropped off at the portal room, with Gregor driving back to the hanger. There at it were 8 guardsmen of the 57th Space Marine Regiment ( it was so because of the 57 on their left shoulder). The room was rather small despite the size of the ship. Next to the portal, off to the far right against the wall, was a control panel to the portal, at it was a tech priest wearing a red robe with his hood up, looking down at the controls. "Well here we are, let's ask that tech if he can open the portal."

[Motoneuron]

Ki looked at her hands, curious about the glow. He was a bit nervous that she would use it on him but highly doubted it, and he wanted to see this.

"No" He said with a laugh, "I don't think I want to be turned to stone today. I would love to see it on something else though"

"It'd just be for a minute or so, but alright." Kei shrugged, looking over at one of the lamps in the room that she had shut off at the moment. She walked over to it, grabbed it with her free hand, and brought it back over by Ki. She touched it with the other hand, the glowing one, and it quickly spread from where she touched it, turning to smooth, solid Alabaster.

"Never tried that one before, very pretty, eh?"

She shrugged, and turned it back to normal, except of course, the light bulb shattered from the stress.

"Well shit."

Ki was very impressed by the display. It appeared that this power was an innate ability, maybe something similar to the way he could change himself, but much faster... and external. He was obviously impressed by her power. He idly wondered if it was something that cold be taught but highly doubted it, and even if it was it wasn't going to happen right now and he had other important issues to cover first.

"That was amazing... I'd love to see more of that later but I have to ask something." He paused for a bit, thinking about how to word it but still not coming up with a good way with how confusing a situation he was in "... what is this place... and why am I here? I have a bit of trouble remembering specifics but it was almost like they were expecting me."

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Then you have come to the right place! We have many opportunities for innovative engineers with the public good in mind! Why don't you tell me what sort of things you make, to see which division is best for you?" The robot gleefully said as he leaned forward. His positronic cognitive engine was connected to the corporate hive mind. In the eyes of the law, corporations had the rights of people, this particular one might as well have been a person. Or was it already?

Tsanis thought for a moment. 'I usually make things that move around. I like things that do something. For instance, I'm currently making a machine that powers itself. It's taken me a lot of work. Sometimes, I just wing it and make whatever I think of. But if you really must know, I like to make things that would improve oneself; such as a robotic limb. I always find those interesting." Tsanis wondered if he would regret choosing that. Never mind that. Think about it. You're getting paid to do what you do anyway. Only this time, with money. Now I can finally pay for all those things I don't actually need, because if I don't, the community will collapse.

"Well, Eldritch Incorporated started off as Eldritch Medical, with many varieties of robotic limbs and organs. We are the number 3 supplier of prosthetics in Bielefeld. We are always looking for innovators to improve on our designs. Even custom work with patients is possible for you. Although, there is a few openings in the the special projects division, making some things safer for experimentation and possible public sale. Where do you see yourself?" The robot asked, it was evaluating Tsanis. It found him a possible niche in the company, but would soon have to evaluate his skill and check his moral compass.

[Fraire]

Tsanis thought for a moment. 'I usually make things that move around. I like things that do something. For instance, I'm currently making a machine that powers itself. It's taken me a lot of work. Sometimes, I just wing it and make whatever I think of. But if you really must know, I like to make things that would improve oneself; such as a robotic limb. I always find those interesting." Tsanis wondered if he would regret choosing that. Never mind that. Think about it. You're getting paid to do what you do anyway. Only this time, with money. Now I can finally pay for all those things I don't actually need, because if I don't, the community will collapse.

"Well, Eldritch Incorporated started off as Eldritch Medical, with many varieties of robotic limbs and organs. We are the number 3 supplier of prosthetics in Bielefeld. We are always looking for innovators to improve on our designs. Even custom work with patients is possible for you. Although, there is a few openings in the the special projects division, making some things safer for experimentation and possible public sale. Where do you see yourself?" The robot asked, it was evaluating Tsanis. It found him a possible niche in the company, but would soon have to evaluate his skill and check his moral compass.

Safety....hmm......I don't know this word. "I'd prefer custom work as that is what I normally do anyway." He was liking this job more and more. But then a thought popped into his head. How can they only ask questions. That can't be....or maybe there is a physical test or whatever.....hmm. That sounds painful. He started wondering what would be in store for him, but dismissed the thought and started to wonder how a robot could respond. Was it an AI or a cyborg or what? Perhaps it is being controlled by someone...

[Vrijeme]

"Is there a reason why there's a large amount of supernaturals here?" Mandi asked as he grabbed a juice box "Only other place where I saw a large supernatural population pop up is New Calvin, Prekara. Which is a horrible city by the way." He shivered just for remembering the city "Only place worse is Scandavia's Capital, Karnevka. Cold as all hell that city is."

"To be honest? None of us have got a clue," Giovenith admitted, sipping some drink with a dainty swirly straw she'd pulled from her pocket. "I've been asking it for some time, but we've only had whimsical speculation at this point. There's just something about this place. Maybe there is a reason, but I can't figure it right now. Either way, this city isn't horrible... it's protected!"

Here, she suddenly grimaced a bit, remembering her own experience.

"I- actually had a pretty close call with them not too long ago. Looooong story, don't ask."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness." the Seer said, smiling and bowing, "I do love being in the presence of royalty."

The Seer quickly took out his notebook, drew a picture of Cerril and Saren, then jotted down 'Arkadat. Long lifespan. Oldest currently known to Time Lords is 12,000. Earth creatures. Experiment either gone horribly wrong or horribly right involving horses, humans and insects.' He did a quick scan of the pair and checked the readings, jotting down a few notes.

"An accident involving horses, humans and insects?" he said, smiling, "That's a first."

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is the difference between Time Lords, humans, godlings, and the sort?" Willow spoke up finally, sounding a bit skeptical. His mouth and eyes were set in befuddled, light kind of crossness with the conundrum. "I hope this doesn't sound offensive or anything, but you all look quite the same to me. With ponies, everypony is a "pony", but we have different races that are easy to identify by horns, wings, or lack thereof. Sterling is a unicorn, he has a horn, and I'm a pegasus, I have wings..."

Here, Willow scooted forward to give his plumed wings room to give a few demonstrative flaps. After that, he folded them again, sat back, and looked back at the Seer.

"But we're both ponies. I'm just not quite aware of what the difference is with the rest of you," he continued. "You all have the same shape: Tall, mostly hairless, walk on two legs, hands, flat faces, et cetera. But a lot of those who I try to refer to, like you and my roommate, insist that you are not human at all. What makes you all so different? Is there an easy way to tell?"

"Well, our view of species is quite different. Basically it's all in the DNA. If your DNA is not human, than you are not human. There are different races of humans, then there are different species that some people say look human. Of course, I personally think they look Time Lord." he said, "Godlings are beyond human, from my understanding. Either children of Gods or part god. They are extremely powerful. From what I can tell, being called a human is like being stripped of their divine-hood.

Time Lords are an entirely different species, and humans just happen to look like us, though humans only have one heart and one VERY short lifetime. We are also more advanced mentally."

He hoped that he had explained that well, but wasn't entirely sure.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Well, Eldritch Incorporated started off as Eldritch Medical, with many varieties of robotic limbs and organs. We are the number 3 supplier of prosthetics in Bielefeld. We are always looking for innovators to improve on our designs. Even custom work with patients is possible for you. Although, there is a few openings in the the special projects division, making some things safer for experimentation and possible public sale. Where do you see yourself?" The robot asked, it was evaluating Tsanis. It found him a possible niche in the company, but would soon have to evaluate his skill and check his moral compass.

Safety....hmm......I don't know this word. "I'd prefer custom work as that is what I normally do anyway." He was liking this job more and more. But then a thought popped into his head. How can they only ask questions. That can't be....or maybe there is a physical test or whatever.....hmm. That sounds painful. He started wondering what would be in store for him, but dismissed the thought and started to wonder how a robot could respond. Was it an AI or a cyborg or what? Perhaps it is being controlled by someone...

"Very good, as we can't seem to find any official records pertaining to you besides your address, will you be willing to prove your skill?" The robot asked as it's requested materials arrived. 3 white cube boxes, each 15 centimeters in dimension slid out of a panel in the wall and onto the desk. One read "Beginner," the next was labeled "Intermediate," and the last was marked "Expert." Metal parts jingled inside as they came to a rest.

[Fraire]

Safety....hmm......I don't know this word. "I'd prefer custom work as that is what I normally do anyway." He was liking this job more and more. But then a thought popped into his head. How can they only ask questions. That can't be....or maybe there is a physical test or whatever.....hmm. That sounds painful. He started wondering what would be in store for him, but dismissed the thought and started to wonder how a robot could respond. Was it an AI or a cyborg or what? Perhaps it is being controlled by someone...

"Very good, as we can't seem to find any official records pertaining to you besides your address, will you be willing to prove your skill?" The robot asked as it's requested materials arrived. 3 white cube boxes, each 15 centimeters in dimension slid out of a panel in the wall and onto the desk. One read "Beginner," the next was labeled "Intermediate," and the last was marked "Expert." Metal parts jingled inside as they came to a rest.

Tsanis eyed the boxes and took note of everything was inside. He then forgot everything he noted and said, "Sure." He started looking at the inscriptions on them. Beginner, Intermediate, Expert......strange......I wonder what those are for....perhaps for me to build something. That's how I prove myself. Of course. It all makes sense now. I wonder what they want me to build. Probably a body part. What'd he say? Official records? Who needs them anyway?

[The Factory of Spike]

Mortimer regained some of his composure. <I... didn't know. I'm not sure that I did have it worse. From the glimpses you have shown me, it seems that you have been the target of some of this, not just an observer. I am sorry.> Mortimer's voice seemed clipped, calculated, forcedly calm. He seemed to be thinking hard about what to say.

Nick got up, maintaining contact and repositioning most of his body so that he was curled around Mortimer's ankle, head resting on a foot. <It prob-probably c-could have been a lot w-w-worse. Most of the people who... Weren't terribly nice (Image of frail, elderly man shaking a finger) at least didn't act on their thoughts. There were... A few times someone did, but the exorcism just (Image of smoke cloud, sound of chanting) made me cough a lot and the one time I might've been in real danger- she wanted to dissect me, and for some reason had access to the tools to do it (scalpel image again)- come to think of it that doesn't make sense, but I hardly could have tattled (Image of two human adults) without risking worse- I had enough warning, always, to duck. Not sure how to put this... I feel stuff that I'm going to feel later. Usually pretty soon. It can be hard to tell what I'm feeling because of that and what I'm feeling because of whatever my current situation is...but fear often means duck. Same if it's someone else's- you know, this- that means that they're going to start being mean.>

<That seems like a useful ability. They did these things because you were different than them, didn't they. Humans are always scared of things that are different than them. They... aren't particularly nice when they feel afraid. Although it seems as though difference is more acceptable in this particular building.> Mortimer was suddenly curious.