Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Understandable, how about small animals? How do you feel towards them? Have you ever hurt a small animal?" The robot asked as its blue eyes shifted to blue-green. It's chipper tone did not wane, still full of positive energy and optimism. A small panel opened as a puppy was let into the room. A rather obvious test, but it did help weed out psychopaths.

Tsanis just stared at it for a moment. His smile faded. He didn't know what the disgusting furball was, but it looked sort of like a "katt." He didn't go near it or touch it. But he didn't back away either. He just watched it. Tsanis suddenly realized he ahd to answer the question. "Oh, right. I don't really mind them. The only reason I don't have a pet is because of all the fur." That wasn't true. He didn't know very much about other animals. He wasn't even sure their hair came off. He just guessed.

"Okay! Good enough!" The robot concluded as a trapdoor opened below the puppy. It fell with a yelp into the darkness below as the door closed just as fast. The slot in the desk printed out a single form. "Now just sign here to confirm your information, and you can start work right away." The robot instructed as it handed Tsanis a blue pen. The form was already filled out with his name, address, and phone number.

[Fraire]

Tsanis just stared at it for a moment. His smile faded. He didn't know what the disgusting furball was, but it looked sort of like a "katt." He didn't go near it or touch it. But he didn't back away either. He just watched it. Tsanis suddenly realized he ahd to answer the question. "Oh, right. I don't really mind them. The only reason I don't have a pet is because of all the fur." That wasn't true. He didn't know very much about other animals. He wasn't even sure their hair came off. He just guessed.

"Okay! Good enough!" The robot concluded as a trapdoor opened below the puppy. It fell with a yelp into the darkness below as the door closed just as fast. The slot in the desk printed out a single form. "Now just sign here to confirm your information, and you can start work right away." The robot instructed as it handed Tsanis a blue pen. The form was already filled out with his name, address, and phone number.

My oh my...animal cruelty....oh well. No use complaining about it. Tsanis took the pen and put it down onto the paper. This is your last chance to not do this. It could be a trick or something. But it isn't....or is it? He moved the pen and signed it fully. Well, you'll soon regret this...or not. He thought about what he had just done, but realized that this meant that he had the job. YAY! I have the job...I think.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Okay! Good enough!" The robot concluded as a trapdoor opened below the puppy. It fell with a yelp into the darkness below as the door closed just as fast. The slot in the desk printed out a single form. "Now just sign here to confirm your information, and you can start work right away." The robot instructed as it handed Tsanis a blue pen. The form was already filled out with his name, address, and phone number.

My oh my...animal cruelty....oh well. No use complaining about it. Tsanis took the pen and put it down onto the paper. This is your last chance to not do this. It could be a trick or something. But it isn't....or is it? He moved the pen and signed it fully. Well, you'll soon regret this...or not. He thought about what he had just done, but realized that this meant that he ahd the job. YAY! I have the job...I think.

The robot took the form and stuck it back in the slot. An ID badge was spat back out. "Congratulations, newest Eldritch Incorporated employee! You start tomorrow! A complete employee handbook has been sent to your residence and this badge will give you access to the first three floors where our medical division is located." The robot explained as he was handed the badge. It read...

Eldritch Medical

Engineer Tsanis
Employee #0004
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[Fraire]

My oh my...animal cruelty....oh well. No use complaining about it. Tsanis took the pen and put it down onto the paper. This is your last chance to not do this. It could be a trick or something. But it isn't....or is it? He moved the pen and signed it fully. Well, you'll soon regret this...or not. He thought about what he had just done, but realized that this meant that he ahd the job. YAY! I have the job...I think.

The robot took the form and stuck it back in the slot. An ID badge was spat back out. "Congratulations, newest Eldritch Incorporated employee! You start tomorrow! A complete employee handbook has been sent to your residence and this badge will give you access to the first three floors where our medical division is located." The robot explained as he was handed the badge. It read...

Eldritch Medical

Engineer Tsanis
Employee #0004
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"Great", he said as he took the badge and pinned it onto his overcoat. He then waved goodbye and walked out calmly. The minute he got out the door, he jumped into the air shouting, "YES!" and freeze-framing. He hadn't actually stopped moving, but had quickly made a pillar of sand to hold him in his position for several seconds. He then ran back to the apartment to go have a party. After Tsanis finally got back to the apartment, he ran upstairs and put the badge onto his desk. "What did he say? I start tomorrow? Oh goody!" He then jumped into bed and stared at the ceiling like a kid looking up at the clouds. He examined every single part of the ceiling and got up. Time to get back to work, he thought to himself. Tsanis started working on his Spin-o-matron once again.

[Mincaldenteans]

Dia appeared to have disappeared, though that was an illusion; he'd hung back somewhat and was behind the door. Quite naturally, as he'd caught sight of Hans. There wasn't any use raining on his parade, or so it seemed judging by the flowers in Chrys' grasp. The blonde in question had led Hans over to the latest group.

"Hi everyone! Great to see you all!" She made a beeline to Dan and Javert as the people she felt closest to, having fought alongside them. There was something interesting about Javert, too, such that she had to restrain herself from tackling him Jacob-style. The gentleman at the back, though, disturbed her in a way she couldn't quite place, and she shot a look at Hans. Dora, too, had appeared from nowhere with a plate piled high with oysters, snails and fish.

"Help yourself, guys," she drawled. "I would have brought a couple of dormice, too, but Cuisine drew the line at being too authentic. He feared it would scare off some of the guests."

"Hello," Dan greeted with a smile, "It's great to see you as well. So what is this occasion for?" His stomach jumped happily at the sight of Dora coming in with a plate full of seafood and smiled the mention of dormice. "There are things in Faerie that would consider dormice as an appetizer, I'll get a recipe from Aurora the next time I speak to her," he halfway joked. Aurora would likely reach through the mirror to smack him one, especially since it was a Winter specialty. "But most of us in Summer prefer to keep them as silent companions."

Going over the array of food, he picked up a few slices of meat but mostly piled his own dish with vegetables. He had noticed a hulking brown man... monster... Dan wasn't quite sure what to make of it, entering the room and the sheer imposing height of the person was enough to clear a purposeful wide berth around the brute. The facial features of the stranger bordered on a scowl and Dan wondered if it was a permanent feature.

Moving back to Dora, Chrys and Javert, he sat down and stirred a cup of tea he had taken along his wide path around the newest resident.

"Raw liver?" Rudolf laughed, "You sound like Charumati, may she rest in peace. Of course we have raw liver and hearts. It's the only food source that most of the avatars can digest. I've never asked what happens with the other food they eat. I assume they purge it somehow. But yes, there is raw meat here. I'll grab a bowl for you. Ah, and this is Dora."

The cultist returned Chrys' wave, entered the kitchen and nodded to Cuisine. Raw goods were to be had in the butter crock at the back of the fridge. He fetched it and took out an old earthen bowl. The tricky part was getting the goods without losing a finger but Rudolf has served Klaus long enough to have adopted his own techniques. He slipped on an oven mitt, dug a BBQ meat fork out of a drawer and briefly smiled at the chef before prying off the crock lid. The meat fork flicked into action and a few jabs caught a large heart and liver. A few more jabs fended off accompanying tentacles (one doesn't raid a god's jar without a weapon in hand). The lid snapped shut and he returned the jar to the back of the icebox.

"Eh, don't open that. You might get pulled in," he advised Cuisine before leaving to rejoin the Klingon.

Rudolf offered the meal to the warrior. "Still warm. Let's find a table and see about something strong to drink. Care to join us, Dora?"

"I'm always game for a strong drink," Dora replied drolly, toting the plate over to the nearest table. Behind her, she heard Cuisine muttering about strange things in his kitchen and no doubt shaking his head. Never mind that it was the communal kitchen; any kitchen he was in was his, if it didn't have another chef in it already.

Grunting, Mezran took the bowl and smelled its contents. The sharp tangy smelly of raw meat was already soothing his frayed nerves at being in this place. "What year are we in?" He said offhandedly as they sat down, the Klingon looked as though he was hunched over the bowl and the chair creaked under him in strain of his weight. Grabbing the liver first with a clenched hand, he took a whiff of it first, to appreciate its scent before exposing an array of oddly looking sharp teeth and grounding face first into the organ.

The taste of it reminded of a Bregit Lung that was lightly boiled in bloodwine. If only there was some Gropek sauce to go with it, but it was delicious nonetheless and it only furthered Mezran's appetite for more. But the Klingon stopped momentarily, wiping the blood from his mouth and whiskers with the back of his leather gloved hand. For most Klingons, they never bothered with such table manners, having seen it a cultural diffusion taken from aliens they had either conquered or made allies of. Mezran picked up the habit of keeping a clean face after a dressing down from his would-be mate at a dinner table of hosted by her House. That particular relationship didn't last at all, much to Mezran's relief. The nagging was sure to send him to an early grave. "This liver has a taste that would make any Klingon proud to be among such softened folk," the Klingon boasted with a smirk. "So tell me," he masticated the organ as he spoke, "Rudolf," he finally got it correct, "if I'm to be here for an indeterminable amount of time..." he chewed into the organ some more, "What exactly is there for me to do? A warrior does not sit by and let life pass, it would be a fate worse than an eternity in Gre'thor."

[Germanic Templars]

Aleki lead Natiya over to the tech priest. There they stood in front of his console. Without giving Aleki a chance to say hello, or even looking up at him, he asked in a Russian accent, "Da? Can I help you?" From an angle, it could be clear to see that he was reading some data from a pad that he had on the desk portion of the console, scrolling every now and then to read more.

[Swith Witherward]

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.”

Naomi's smile over his expressed delight in seeing the scarves slowly faltered and then fell as Primordial told the story of Arkham, Connor and the Gith. She failed to understand some things, especially as she saw what the Luxans did as saving their god grief. Hastur had chosen to jump into a dimension in the very spot where another chaos pantheon had established itself. It would have ended in a pantheon war. Instead, Hastur was able to keep his honor and welcomed back as an equal. She thought ol' Yellow King should be thanking his followers for establishing communications between pantheons, but she held her tongue. Naomi lacked any diplomacy experience other than the time she wandered down the street to talk to Hastur. She also thought Hastur might take it out on his followers if he knew she'd returned to the avatars and insisted on them treating Hastur fairly because he was "very cute" and she loved him.

She shivered. Nobody seemed to appreciate her knack at overlooking the horror and seeing the nobility within.

"Poor Aegis," she lamented. "I should visit him. Maybe I could bring him comfort and cheer? He's not so bad, Primordial. I know you're all a little odd by mundane standards, but it's those very things that make you unique and enjoyable to have around. If he dies, I'll be beside myself with grief. He was so kind to me, and humored me. He showed me something breathtaking and now that I've ascended, I want to show him a beautiful part of our own area. I want to return the favor. You see, he-"

The strange man briefly scanned the room, soaking in the sensation of the place. It was not like the revelry he was used to which was normally of a much higher and more potent octane. However he didn’t speaking simply allowing the emotion and experience to waft into his pores and fill his body. Eventually though he spotted Primordial and it was immediately obvious that he was of the same breed. He turned the group that had escorted him down and gave them a brief bow saying “Thank you for your hospitality, I hope I see you again before I depart” and with that he turned to walk over to Primordial and Naomi.

"-um," Naomi trailed off. She'd spotted the stranger approaching. He was Luxan. You just can't stick one of these people in a room and not expect someone to not notice them. A sense of dread came over her. Was he going to cart Primordial away and punish him more for even talking to her?

Naomi rose and turned to face the newcomer, her body screening Primordial a bit. She loved him too, and wouldn't allow him to be further disciplined for speaking with her pantheon. "Hello," she said as graciously as possible but there was trepidation in her voice. "Welcome Luxan person. I'm Naomi. How may I be of service?"

[Germanic Templars]

Thriller woke, he could feel his kids and the hair in his hand. He made slow movements in trying not to wake up the kids. After a while he got free and headed into the bathroom. Bah, facial hair is growing in fast, need to shave it. Eh and maybe go to the barber and get a hair cut, to include stopping by the gun store to pick me up a better revolver, maybe two. Then I can wrap it all up as I get new clothing before going to see Charumati. He thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. He shrugged before locking the door to the bathroom and turning on the shower. Three minutes later, he got out, dried himself off before getting dressed and shaved. After those meaningful tasks were accomplished, he opened the door to the bathroom.

The hair remained on the night stand next to Thriller's side of the bed.

[Swith Witherward]

Thriller woke, he could feel his kids and the hair in his hand. He made slow movements in trying not to wake up the kids. After a while he got free and headed into the bathroom. Bah, facial hair is growing in fast, need to shave it. Eh and maybe go to the barber and get a hair cut, to include stopping by the gun store to pick me up a better revolver, maybe two. Then I can wrap it all up as I get new clothing before going to see Charumati. He thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. He shrugged before locking the door to the bathroom and turning on the shower. Three minutes later, he got out, dried himself off before getting dressed and shaved. After those meaningful tasks were accomplished, he opened the door to the bathroom.

The hair remained on the night stand next to Thriller's side of the bed.

Siduer's eyes had remained fixed on the bathroom door. He'd had a weird dream about his father returning, but he figured it was just a dream. He'd already accepted that he was an orphan and would need to go live with Uncle Ogoti, but that acceptance hadn't come easy or held any sugar in it. When the bathroom door opened, his eyes widened and his bottom lip quivered. He was afraid to even move, because moving meant he'd wake up and Dad would be gone.

"Please be real," he whispered to Thriller. "Please don't be a dream, okay?"

[Germanic Templars]

Thriller woke, he could feel his kids and the hair in his hand. He made slow movements in trying not to wake up the kids. After a while he got free and headed into the bathroom. Bah, facial hair is growing in fast, need to shave it. Eh and maybe go to the barber and get a hair cut, to include stopping by the gun store to pick me up a better revolver, maybe two. Then I can wrap it all up as I get new clothing before going to see Charumati. He thought as he looked at himself in the mirror. He shrugged before locking the door to the bathroom and turning on the shower. Three minutes later, he got out, dried himself off before getting dressed and shaved. After those meaningful tasks were accomplished, he opened the door to the bathroom.

The hair remained on the night stand next to Thriller's side of the bed.

Siduer's eyes had remained fixed on the bathroom door. He'd had a weird dream about his father returning, but he figured it was just a dream. He'd already accepted that he was an orphan and would need to go live with Uncle Ogoti, but that acceptance hadn't come easy or held any sugar in it. When the bathroom door opened, his eyes widened and his bottom lip quivered. He was afraid to even move, because moving meant he'd wake up and Dad would be gone.

"Please be real," he whispered to Thriller. "Please don't be a dream, okay?"

He looked at his son with a queer look but then remembered that his son wasn't there to see him be brought back to life. He walked over to his son, getting on a knee as he reached the side his son was on and hugged him tightly. A tear ran down his face, worried about other stuff to the point where he forgot about his own kids' needs in life. And right now they need him.

A sense of shame though flow through him due to the negligence he felt he put on them. Time he could use to spend time watching his kids take their first steps, he found work important, when he had the option for Levi to take control of the conflict back home so he could be there for his kids, he left them to go fight a war. Those thoughts that ran through his mind only made it worse for he held onto him a little tighter as he started to cry softly.

[Swith Witherward]

He looked at his son with a queer look but then remembered that his son wasn't there to see him be brought back to life. He walked over to his son, getting on a knee as he reached the side his son was on and hugged him tightly. A tear ran down his face, worried about other stuff to the point where he forgot about his own kids' needs in life. And right now they need him.

A sense of shame though flow through him due to the negligence he felt he put on them. Time he could use to spend time watching his kids take their first steps, he found work important, when he had the option for Levi to take control of the conflict back home so he could be there for his kids, he left them to go fight a war. Those thoughts that ran through his mind only made it worse for he held onto him a little tighter as he started to cry softly.

"Don't cry, Daddy," Siduer whispered and wrapped his small arms around Thriller as tightly as he could. Being able to touch him, and to smell the scent of shampoo and shaving cream, and to hear him breathing had convinced the boy that it wasn't a dream.

Little children had a bad habit of rambling off the top of their head and Siduer was no exception to that rule. He drew in a shuddering breath. "I missed you so much, and I was so sad, and Mimsy and Seeluer are big now, but Seeluer chewed up your old boots while you were gone, and Mimsy sleeps in your lawn chair, and I got my first permanent tooth, and Mommy died."

He pressed his face into his father and sighed. "I've been not good. I yelled at Rachelle and was mean to Sophie, and didn't listen to Chi. I was just mad because you and Mommy were gone. And we snuck off to Japan, and almost got killed by Toshi, and Hans and Miss Chrys had to rescue us and then I made Rachelle and Sydney swear to secrecy so we wouldn't get in trouble."

[The Factory of Spike]

<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.

<That's what I thought too... People accept stuff here... But this person (image of Cinnamon) freaked out when I said hi- that scared me- Anyway, yeah, I think that's it exactly, fear because I'm different.> He paused, listening to the conversation between Willow and The Seer and amplifying it a bit- he had good ears, and could transfer sensory data. <I bet she's human. Most of the nice ones so far aren't.> The cat curled up a little more, not enough to injure Mortimer but enough so that he would be quite difficult to dislodge.

Mortimer remained quiet mentally. He was thinking, but not any thoughts precisely directed at Nick. The cat could probably still hear some of them. He was thinking of the gladiatorial arenas in ancient Rome, which this place reminded him of. He then sank even deeper into his memories, thinking of Greece, Egypt, and Sumeria. Mostly, he dwelt on the horrific things that happened in those cultures, possibly because he hadn't been around for many of the good things that had happened.

[Cerillium]

Grunting, Mezran took the bowl and smelled its contents. The sharp tangy smelly of raw meat was already soothing his frayed nerves at being in this place. "What year are we in?" He said offhandedly as they sat down, the Klingon looked as though he was hunched over the bowl and the chair creaked under him in strain of his weight. Grabbing the liver first with a clenched hand, he took a whiff of it first, to appreciate its scent before exposing an array of oddly looking sharp teeth and grounding face first into the organ.

The taste of it reminded of a Bregit Lung that was lightly boiled in bloodwine. If only there was some Gropek sauce to go with it, but it was delicious nonetheless and it only furthered Mezran's appetite for more. But the Klingon stopped momentarily, wiping the blood from his mouth and whiskers with the back of his leather gloved hand. For most Klingons, they never bothered with such table manners, having seen it a cultural diffusion taken from aliens they had either conquered or made allies of. Mezran picked up the habit of keeping a clean face after a dressing down from his would-be mate at a dinner table of hosted by her House. That particular relationship didn't last at all, much to Mezran's relief. The nagging was sure to send him to an early grave. "This liver has a taste that would make any Klingon proud to be among such softened folk," the Klingon boasted with a smirk. "So tell me," he masticated the organ as he spoke, "Rudolf," he finally got it correct, "if I'm to be here for an indeterminable amount of time..." he chewed into the organ some more, "What exactly is there for me to do? A warrior does not sit by and let life pass, it would be a fate worse than an eternity in Gre'thor

."

"2014," Rudolf helped himself to a cracker. "Do you know the Earth date from your time and dimension? As for something to do? We could always use a bouncer at Chaos. There are some dojos in the area - martial arts training centers - and the battle arena. Or Haven."

Inspiration struck the cultist. "Haven is run by Dan. I haven't been, but rumor has it he can mimic things. Or something like that. Perhaps, if you miss home, you might ask him to give you a glimpse of it? Other than that, I'm not certain. You might want to ask Klaus. The city is always looking for people to join the NMJM. Sometimes the work's dull; sometimes you get your ass handed to you by something large, brutal and bad-tempered. What's a Gre'thor?"

[The BranRiech]

Aleki lead Natiya over to the tech priest. There they stood in front of his console. Without giving Aleki a chance to say hello, or even looking up at him, he asked in a Russian accent, "Da? Can I help you?" From an angle, it could be clear to see that he was reading some data from a pad that he had on the desk portion of the console, scrolling every now and then to read more.

"Uhm . . . We need to get down to the planet, sir?" Natiya stuttered, seeing as Aleki was probably waiting for her to say something about it. She smiled innocently, and looked to him. "I'm with him, and, yeah." She grinned, blushing now. Aleki would probably know how to deal with this, but dammit, Natiya wasn't going to be useless, heck, she'd need to learn how to deal with the armor she was getting, or whatever else that they had planned. The Young woman didn't remember whether or not they'd be getting her operations done, so she'd live just as long as Aleki, but that was still to be seen.

[Primordial Luxa]

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Primordial spoke briefly before Naomi was able to address the approaching figure. “I might wait a little while before going to see him. He’s in very bad shape from what I saw, just barely clinging to life, I might wait until he’s better before seeing him.” Primordial himself was unsure about if Aegis would survive, he had lost nearly half of his upper body, his mind was filled with dimensional fluxuations and his blood was populated by dozens of reality cancers. He was sick on a subatomic level and if things got worse he might fade from reality completely something he didn’t want Naomi to see. He was also worried that a revival of emotions in him could be detrimental to his health.

Primordial didn’t share this openly but he had the suspicion that the Yellow Kings true reason for torturing them was because of how empathetic they had become. When they first arrived here they were the ideal Luxan specimens, nihilistic, uncaring, and apathetic. However they had become friendly with these people and it had polluted their spirits, they had forgot the most basic tenants of their life through forming relationships and having attachments. Deep down Primordial knew that the reason that had been tortured was more than simple betrayal they need to be spiritually reborn. Whether that had happened was something that only time would tell.

The new Luxan ignored her at first simply kept walking until he was only a few inches from herm, he looked down with a condescending eye and brush past her towards Primordial in a dismissive manner. “You can’t. Leave us.” he said in probably one of the rudest tones anyone had ever spoken to Naomi in. Primordial shifted in his chair as the man approached, sitting up and place an active hand on his crutch he eyed the man with suspicion. “Greetings” the strange Luxan said while handing Primordial a plastic laminated card. Primordial would fish a similar card out of his own pocket and hand it to the man, they both studied each other’s cards for a moment before handing them back to their owners.

“So Glory” Primordial said addressing the man “What brings you here?”

[Terintania]

Leroy walked towards the apartment building that would serve as his new home, for now. His ice-blue eyes were cold, merciless. They were filled with a sort of cold distaste, as though he didn't care for or like anyone, or anything. There was a sort of cold anger there, as well. In short, his eyes held a chilling look that could easily intimidate most normal people. His posture was strong, confident, intimidating.

Wolfgang padded along beside him. Unlike Leroy, he wasn't intimidating at all, which was somewhat impressive for a 3 foot tall wolf. His mouth was open, his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging very slightly. He was simply happy to have the chance of having a new home, and with his new friend, too. He always got the distinct feeling that Leroy liked animals a lot better then he liked people, which is why Wolfgang had never told him that he used to be a person, and had just told him that he was a very smart wolf. Which was basically true, now. All that remained of his human side was his intelligence.

The clearly miss-matched group made their way in to the lobby, and Leroy glanced around, taking in his surroundings. It felt...strange...here. For the last 10 years or so, he had lived in space, on a spaceship. It felt....small here. Confined to one planet for who knows how long. Most people would probably find it strange that he considered the entire Earth small, but that's just the way it was. He was used to being able to traverse entire solar systems, moving from one to the other with ease. And in each system were multiple planets, either smaller and bigger then Earth. So, yeah, in the scheme of things, Earth was small. He also found it hard to adjust to the proper day-night cycle. He lived in space, where there was no day or night. There was simply a time to sleep, and a time to wake up, and generally he ignored that timeline, anyway. Here it was harder. It completely threw him off, and he found it even harder then normal to sleep. He was also quite pale, due to living in space with no real sunlight.

For now, he and Wolfgang just sort of stood off to the side. Leroy wanted to take in as much information as he could from observation before seeking anyone out. Of course, if someone came to talk to him, he wouldn't simply ignore them. Unless they gave him a reason to, anyway.

[Mandicoria]

"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.

"We seem to have quite a few people here from those circumstances as well," Giovenith tried to mute her sigh, not wanting to tread into a kind of life she had never experienced. Growing up in a safe, sane, first world country gave her no insight to such lives, and thus it was best if the godling did not try to settle to blatant disappointment when hearing such things; it may come across as patronizing. She was, however, under no restrictions to be drawn in by the ever-present hostility between the two new arrivals. She found a chair to pull up, plopping down in it and crossing her legs. "Would you be pressed to share why you two have such dislike toward one another? Something dreadful, I imagine."

Both let out a deep sigh, and cleared their throats. "You want me to go first, or do you?" Mandi asked Scandi

"You go." Scandi took a sip of juice.

Mandi nodded and sighed "You see, our nations have been enemies ever since our people met. And seeing on how we are the personifications of our homelands, we are inherently enemies as well." He took a sip of juice before continuing "Also, during the 55th War, Scandi killed my entire squad, wounded me, and left me for dead."

Scandi chuckled "That's actually true, and I enjoyed doing it!"

"As you can see, even if you aren't me, its hard to not fucking hate this bastard."

[Mincaldenteans]

"2014," Rudolf helped himself to a cracker. "Do you know the Earth date from your time and dimension? As for something to do? We could always use a bouncer at Chaos. There are some dojos in the area - martial arts training centers - and the battle arena. Or Haven."

Inspiration struck the cultist. "Haven is run by Dan. I haven't been, but rumor has it he can mimic things. Or something like that. Perhaps, if you miss home, you might ask him to give you a glimpse of it? Other than that, I'm not certain. You might want to ask Klaus. The city is always looking for people to join the NMJM. Sometimes the work's dull; sometimes you get your ass handed to you by something large, brutal and bad-tempered. What's a Gre'thor?"

Having set his sights upon the next fresh meat, the heart was a slightly tougher to get to, but matter little to the Klingon. He resisted the urge to belch; he wasn't among Klingons after all. "Drink," Mezran said without another word as he teeth sank back into the heart.

After a few moments, he spoke again, slowly and heavy in thought, "... it was stardate 57591.19, the 26th day in the Month of Kahless... in your terms it would be... 2381. I am not familiar with the terran calender.

"A battle arena," Mezran said intrigued, "I would see this place when the opportunity comes," he nodded, chewing upon the heart. The drink was produced, though he was unsure how it got there to begin with. Not thinking any more of it, the Klingon picked up the glass and sniffed at its contents. A brownish liquid that was mildly sharp to the senses, clearly it was alcohol, "What is this?" He asked plainly, he took a sip, unsure of terran drinks. Sweet, cold, and harsh in the aftertaste, it was weak in comparison to bloodwine or warnog, but Mezran once remembered a fellow warrior saying that terran drinks were often deceiving. He placed the small cup down, careful not to break it, the glass had smudges of blood on it and the condensation from the ice had run little droplets upon the table.

Then came hearing the part of mimicking, the Klingon looked at Rudolf with a bit of surprise, "You have holo-technology? I will visit this Haven and inspect its technical parts. For a world so backward, there seems to be more than meets the eye. Its no wonder Kopek once remarked that humans were always full of surprises."

Setting the heart down into the ball, Mezran became a bit more somber, "Gre'thor, it is the land beyond the living where the dishonored among us go. It is eternal damnation and suffering. One can be redeemed and be admitted into the Hall of Warriors, Sto'Vo'Kor, but the rituals and acts must be greater than the grievous deed committed. To be in Gre'thor usually means one was a most unsavory petaQ in life; your House branded as traitors and dishonored, its riches seized, its lands stripped. At any rate, most Klingons do not behave as such. I only curse my most bitter and ugliest enemies into that foul pits, even if there are a few honorable among us who were likely born there!" He bellowed a laugh, thinking of a his sour first officer and the ugly crested forehead he had even by Klingon standards.

[Fvaarniimar]

<That's what I thought too... People accept stuff here... But this person (image of Cinnamon) freaked out when I said hi- that scared me- Anyway, yeah, I think that's it exactly, fear because I'm different.> He paused, listening to the conversation between Willow and The Seer and amplifying it a bit- he had good ears, and could transfer sensory data. <I bet she's human. Most of the nice ones so far aren't.> The cat curled up a little more, not enough to injure Mortimer but enough so that he would be quite difficult to dislodge.

Mortimer remained quiet mentally. He was thinking, but not any thoughts precisely directed at Nick. The cat could probably still hear some of them. He was thinking of the gladiatorial arenas in ancient Rome, which this place reminded him of. He then sank even deeper into his memories, thinking of Greece, Egypt, and Sumeria. Mostly, he dwelt on the horrific things that happened in those cultures, possibly because he hadn't been around for many of the good things that had happened.

The cat yawned, having zoned out a bit. It wasn't that he didn't care; it was just that that pillow of Rudolf's was starting to sound really appealing.

<Mmm. That...> Nick yawned again... <Stinks... Mm... Gonna take a... n...aaap. Maybe talk... To Giovenith (Image of Giovenith, as seen from one foot up)... and... Willow (Image of Willow, same perspective)... Nice...you talk... to... them...> Shuffling off, he eventually reached the desk downstairs, hopped onto the chair, onto the desk, and from there laid himself down on the pillow, curled into a ball, shut his eyes, and covered them with a brown paw.

[Cerillium]

Leroy walked towards the apartment building that would serve as his new home, for now. His ice-blue eyes were cold, merciless. They were filled with a sort of cold distaste, as though he didn't care for or like anyone, or anything. There was a sort of cold anger there, as well. In short, his eyes held a chilling look that could easily intimidate most normal people. His posture was strong, confident, intimidating.

Wolfgang padded along beside him. Unlike Leroy, he wasn't intimidating at all, which was somewhat impressive for a 3 foot tall wolf. His mouth was open, his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging very slightly. He was simply happy to have the chance of having a new home, and with his new friend, too. He always got the distinct feeling that Leroy liked animals a lot better then he liked people, which is why Wolfgang had never told him that he used to be a person, and had just told him that he was a very smart wolf. Which was basically true, now. All that remained of his human side was his intelligence.

The clearly miss-matched group made their way in to the lobby, and Leroy glanced around, taking in his surroundings. It felt...strange...here. For the last 10 years or so, he had lived in space, on a spaceship. It felt....small here. Confined to one planet for who knows how long. Most people would probably find it strange that he considered the entire Earth small, but that's just the way it was. He was used to being able to traverse entire solar systems, moving from one to the other with ease. And in each system were multiple planets, either smaller and bigger then Earth. So, yeah, in the scheme of things, Earth was small. He also found it hard to adjust to the proper day-night cycle. He lived in space, where there was no day or night. There was simply a time to sleep, and a time to wake up, and generally he ignored that timeline, anyway. Here it was harder. It completely threw him off, and he found it even harder then normal to sleep. He was also quite pale, due to living in space with no real sunlight.

For now, he and Wolfgang just sort of stood off to the side. Leroy wanted to take in as much information as he could from observation before seeking anyone out. Of course, if someone came to talk to him, he wouldn't simply ignore them. Unless they gave him a reason to, anyway.

A man appeared at Leroy's elbow. It was almost as if he'd stepped out of a shadow (which, in fact, he had).

"Greetings. I am Todesfall," he nodded to the pair and paid no heed to Leroy's physical bearing. "This is a private party but, if you take a moment to read over your lease and sign in, you'll be welcome to join them." His German accent very slight.

He was a tallish man, lank and with dark shadows framing his eyes. His close cropped hair was so blonde as to make him appear bald. He, like all of War's cultists, wore a grey wool Nazi uniform; the swastikas had been replaced by an odd symbol. The uniform, officer's cap and boots were flawless and so well maintained that they appeared to be brand new. But his eyes - these drew the observer in. They were ebony black pools with an iris so dark that it was nearly indistinguishable from the retina. This set him apart from the other cultists. Those who were extremely familiar with them would realize that he was more daemon than host, so much so that his original host's name was long forgotten.

"I have some brochures for you. They explain the town and Building*. You were expected, both of you, by the landlord. O.C. Demens is a clever being. Read and sign, and I give you your key. Would you like a tour?"



(ooc: *brochures list what's on the first page of the OOC)

[Germanic Templars]

"If you mean Jupiter, then you are in the wrong ship. If you mean Gliese, then just wait til I get the portal up and running. Granted it won't take you there but rather the shuttles in the ship that will do the actual work." He replied. "Of course these bastards never gave me the chance to learn on how to operate the portal." He added with a sigh. There was a moment of silence before the tech starred messing around with the controls. Moments later the portal began to flicker before turning on. The portal was modeled off from the portal from Stargate series. He then walked out from behind the controls. "Well my work is done. Back to where I need to be. Before I go, let me just ask, who are you two?" He asked, still not looking up.

Aleki, who was busy listening, trying to remember that voice, snapped back to reality and replied, "I am Commander Aleki Smyth and this is Natiya, my girlfriend. "

He nodded a bit before looking up at them. He pulled his hood back. The man was bald with a piece of metal that ran from the back of his head over the upper left side of his head over his left eye to a robotic eye, nothing as advanced as the technology they had, but was still something. "Nice to meet you, I am Rastiyvich Putin. Senior Tech Priest. " He remarked with a grin.

[Giovenith]

Both let out a deep sigh, and cleared their throats. "You want me to go first, or do you?" Mandi asked Scandi

"You go." Scandi took a sip of juice.

Mandi nodded and sighed "You see, our nations have been enemies ever since our people met. And seeing on how we are the personifications of our homelands, we are inherently enemies as well." He took a sip of juice before continuing "Also, during the 55th War, Scandi killed my entire squad, wounded me, and left me for dead."

Scandi chuckled "That's actually true, and I enjoyed doing it!"

"As you can see, even if you aren't me, its hard to not fucking hate this bastard."

"I try not to hate anything," Gioventh gently corrected, before taking a few calming gulps of her drink. "But I do see why you're frustrated, and I'm sure you will find many who hold sympathies. Especially personifications, they can have a rough time as well.

Giovenith was remembering back at Jacob, Albert, and Yuri, for better or for worse, and the many things she knew they had gone through. It was no easy like to be a country, nope, and she would never have traded for the life.

[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."

The Astartes wandered in to see what had caused all the good smells. He was a large brute, towering over most (at nearly 8 feet in height) and built like a brick shithouse. He wore simple monk's robes which covered most of his body. The brown hood masked his head but left his face visible; he was scarred from battle and it was obvious his nose had been broken and mended several times. Deuce nodded his head in greeting to a few familiar faces and scrounged up his own plate.

The rescue mission hadn't been successful in his mind. He'd revisited the memories several times already that morning and found himself becoming more and more critical of his own actions. But Girly seemed in one piece again and for that he thanked his god.

Deuce lacked social skills when it came to interacting with anything that wasn't Astartes. Tipper understood him although she'd vanished some time ago. Naomi was an avatar and thus he wouldn't approach her without sound reason. But Kale? She'd touched upon something dear to him: gardening. Her touch was magical rather than mundane but he was greatly impressed with her results.

He cautiously approached her until he was only a few feet from her. He was perfectly aware that most people viewed his presence much as they would when standing next to a large animal; he attempted to look as placid as possible to limit terrifying her.

"You do beautiful work." His voice was a low rumble of warm tones. "The blooms are a very nice touch."

Kale looked at the giant of a man before her. "Why thank you!" she said, "It took a bit to figure out what I wanted to use. I thought flower bushes would work the best. Plus irises fit the theme perfectly." She wasn't scared by the man. Back at Roseward, she was educated and lived with people that were giant in size.

"So, do you garden?" she said smiling.

[Cerillium]

Kale looked at the giant of a man before her. "Why thank you!" she said, "It took a bit to figure out what I wanted to use. I thought flower bushes would work the best. Plus irises fit the theme perfectly." She wasn't scared by the man. Back at Roseward, she was educated and lived with people that were giant in size.

"So, do you garden?" she said smiling.

"Try'n to," he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. Duece had spent most of the fall and winter pouring over books. "Marcus mentioned building a greenhouse for one of his friends. I thought I'd build one too. Maybe tear up some of the firing range and turn it into a vegetable garden since there's a VR simulator and a firing range in the city. Got a lot of seeds started in my apartment, too."

He settled onto the floor next to Kale to better see her face. "Don't suppose you'd want to help? You most likely know more on the subject than I do. The irises are a nice touch, by the way. Good color compliment."

[ApertureScienceInc]

[Erased by the Astronaut]