Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[The Carlisle]

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."

Kale stood there stunned. "So you're the guy Hans told me about! Dunce!" she said, her face beaming and her innocent smile showing, "Of course I'll help you with your greenhouse! I know all sorts of plants we could grow!" She was excited. Gardening was her forte. She learned it from a young age when she lived with her parents and continued to learn under her mentor (although with close supervision).

[Fraire]

Tsanis had done it. He had finally finished this (mediocre if not utterly useless and stupid) machine. He thrust his hand into the air, holding his finished Spin-o-matron 3001. Tsanis flicked the switch and waited. He stared intently, hoping it would work. Suddenly, the machine started rumbling and stared spinning on its axis. Tsanis put the spinning machine on his desk, forgetting to turn it off, and ran downstairs. "EVERYBODY! I FINISHED! NOW GO BACK TO WHATEVER YOU WERE DOING!! YAY!!" He then sat down and fell asleep.

[Germanic Templars]

"I never choose this planet, "Lucius replied. He gently held onto her hands and looked her in her eyes and said, " We choose this planet. You and me." He smiled at her. The breeze that swept through was calm as the moment before them. The little glow that came off of the archangel/god was only more so visible by his smile.

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"Well my love, my most beautiful daemon. And I will be with you, never stop loving you, and keep you safe from a world that would try to harm us." He said softly.[/spoiler]

Xanthe's eyes met Lucius'. She believed him, and believed in him. The future held so much promise. But this was the future, and the Archangel in front of her was older and wiser than the one from her own time. His hands warmed her just as his words warmed her heart and, at that moment, there was nothing in the universe that could come between them.

"I love you." It was the simplest and best reply, uncluttered by nonsense words or insecurities, and came from her heart's core. She was content. The time would soon come when she'd leave Earth with her Lucius and seek out the world with him. That moment would be the prelude to a divine symphony that would build over time to fill all Gliese with music. She knew then that she would stand beside him forever, facing all the hardships that life... and the Templars... would throw at them.

She squeezed his hands in affirmation and stood on her toes to kiss his mouth. "I can't wait. Let's hope the you of the past doesn't take too long to figure all this out."

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Blythe purred and rubbed her cheek against his chest. "You own half my soul," she reminded him. "And we've been to hell and back together. Don't worry. I'll be here while you weather your grief over Charumati. There's no place I'd rather be, unless of course it's Purgatory, but only if you're there with me under the olive tree."

Her head turned to observe the sleeping demon on the ground. "You know, you're pretty cute when snoozing. It almost seems a shame to wake you. But we have to get back. We have to finish this weird quest Samuel and Xanthe started. And we gotta find Lucius again. I swear, that angel is always off in his own world, lost and busy and forgetting to stop to eat the flowers."

"Don't worry, he won't. I mean after all," He paused for a moment to take in a bit of scenery before looking at Xanthe, "He does have a smart companion to walk with him every step of the way, even if he can be stubborn at times." He felt it in the wind; life, flowing through the veins of time itself, it was a good feeling indeed. "Alright now, I don't want to stall you for too long. You have a quest to do, a very fun quest that might involve me." He hinted. With his hint, he placed his warm hands on the side of his face ever so gingerly and kissed Xanthe ever so softly. As he kissed her, he slowly started to disappear into little balls of lights that soon took form of lightning bugs that flew off in all directions.

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Superbia laughed aloud to a point where young Superbia squirmed around in his sleep a bit. Superbia covered his mouth, even though he had none in his current form, and whispered, "Right, take flight on that because I just got the feeling Lucius just got done talking to Xanthe and he might be doing something, or resuming something really soon, but that thing a side, I love you, and so does Lucius, even if he doesn't always show it."

[Terintania]

[/spoiler]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.[/spoiler]

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?"

Leroy looked over at the man and narrowed his icy eyes ever so slightly, looking the man over. He didn't pay much mind to the man's irregularities. He had seem enough aliens that he never really cared, nor payed much mind when people were different. "Party?" He said, his voice perfectly matching his eyes. Chilling, though probably not to Todesfall,"I have no interest in a party, I'm only here to move in."

Wolfgang gave a bark, and a small whine, and Leroy seemed to sort of space out what Todesfall was saying for a bit, before focusing on him again. "Wolfgang would like a tour, but I simply want to know where my apartment is. I'll figure out where everything is in my own time," He said, looking over the paper, and then signing in a neat cursive.

[Fraire]

Tsanis woke up from the slightest noise he heard. Tsanis looked around and didn't see anything. He got up and cracked his back, deciding to go see what everyone else was doing. After looking around, he saw there was a party going on. "Oh goody, a party." He walked in and looked around at how many other people were there. "My, oh my. This should be fun." He rubbed his hands together and walked in. He noticed there were many other people and even a few cultists, but he didn't even know of the existence of the cultists and thought they were simply new to the apartment, although they seemed eerily familiar. He thought about if he should join in and decided, why not?

[The Factory of Spike]

Motimer got up from the floor. He needed to pull himself together. He started to walk around the party, looking for the people Nick had recommended he talk to. Willow and Giovenith were on other sides of the room. He decided to talk to Willow first. He walked up and said, "Hello, I'm Mortimer. I'm new here." He was staying very focused about thinking normal thoughts that allowed him to function normally.

[Torsiedelle]

Torii grinned wide and nodded her head to Yuna. "Yea, Yuna ain't the fightin' type. She's really sweet.", She said. "Nah, but here are plenty of other strange beings here that'll try and kill ya, though, but we can handle that. You're safe, here."

Flint must be paranoid, Tora thought. Was Tora like that? Sometimes, she thought. It must have been worse at an earlier time. Flint was from the Zone, where she was always fighting and wondering if she would live or die that day. It was the kind of stuff that the movies and books romanticized and told stories about, but it left Torii feeling sick. She guessed that she understood Flint a little bit. That, and her being from the Zone, is what made Tora so interested in her.

Still, her suspicion of Yuna was unfounded. Torii's Pyersai friend was just like Giovenith-she wasn't the type to fight or kill.

[Giovenith]

Motimer got up from the floor. He needed to pull himself together. He started to walk around the party, looking for the people Nick had recommended he talk to. Willow and Giovenith were on other sides of the room. He decided to talk to Willow first. He walked up and said, "Hello, I'm Mortimer. I'm new here." He was staying very focused about thinking normal thoughts that allowed him to function normally.

The grey pegasus pony stopped mid-sip of his drink, and shifted his gaze away from Cerril, Sterling, and the Seer to observe the new person who had waltzed up to him. The (what he presumed at the moment to be a) human looked to be about an adolescent, though Willow was still shaky on his judgement of said things, and was dressed rather darkly. He seemed grim. Not like Willow had any flippin' business talking, though.

"... Hello, Mister Mortimer," Willow greeted bluntly, but politely, scooting his drink up with his front hooves. "Is there something I can help you with?"

[Mandicoria]

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.

Mandi looked to her "Do you happen to be from Giovenith?" He took a sip of juice "Seeing on how your name is 'Giovenith' I assume you are." He smiled.

Scandi grew an annoyed look "I hate that country."

"Scandi, I don't recall asking you the question."

Scandi just turned and walked over to grab another drink. He whispered to himself "Why can't she just leave Mandi to me?"

[Giovenith]

Mandi looked to her "Do you happen to be from Giovenith?" He took a sip of juice "Seeing on how your name is 'Giovenith' I assume you are." He smiled.

Scandi grew an annoyed look "I hate that country."

"Scandi, I don't recall asking you the question."

Scandi just turned and walked over to grab another drink. He whispered to himself "Why can't she just leave Mandi to me?"

"Oh, yeah, kind of," Giovenith smiled, a smidge surprised that that came up. When you were a deity, that tended to overshadow your nationality, unless of course it came into play when explaining exactly where you were worshiped. Most pantheons were described by the areas they were worshiped in, anyway. "I actually moved around quite a bit throughout the Three Kingdoms before coming to Bielefeld. You know, Giovenith, Hadenyx, and Seryica. I have siblings named those too, I guess you could call my mom... patriotic, to an extant? Not in a hyper annoying way, though. I have a fuller name, though I don't normally go by it in Bielefeld."

Scandi's sudden rude comment irked Giovenith a little, but ultimately she didn't feel too wronged. Giovenith wasn't the kind of person to connect her pride too heavily to any certain land; no ranting about accomplishments, or how it was the best place ever, could kick this other place's bum, etc. So while others she knew might have kicked over their chairs in their scrambling attempt to stand up and white knight their homeland at the top of their lungs, Giovenith just rolled her eyes and dismissed Scandi as simply trying to stir things up for whatever immature reason.

"Well then," she huffed, casting a thin-smiled, wide-eyed expression at Mandi. It was the kind of look people exchanged to wordlessly bitch: 'Well, someone's got a crab up their ass, amiright?' "I assume you've been there, maybe?"

[Monfrox]

Flint's smile seemed to waver a bit. "Oh...is that right..." The fact that Yuna wasn't going to be trying to maim her anytime soon was a good thing, but Torii's off-handed mentioning of 'other beings' here that would made her a bit skittish. She resolved to make her room out into a safe area to escape to should that ever happen. She needed to take her mind off that little idea of having to live the rest of her time here like she was still in the Zone. She was just getting used to not having that worry thrust upon her by everyday life. "H-Hey...how about that story, eh?" She asked, trying to recall her memories to the surface to replace her familiar fear.

[Torsiedelle]

Flint's smile seemed to waver a bit. "Oh...is that right..." The fact that Yuna wasn't going to be trying to maim her anytime soon was a good thing, but Torii's off-handed mentioning of 'other beings' here that would made her a bit skittish. She resolved to make her room out into a safe area to escape to should that ever happen. She needed to take her mind off that little idea of having to live the rest of her time here like she was still in the Zone. She was just getting used to not having that worry thrust upon her by everyday life. "H-Hey...how about that story, eh?" She asked, trying to recall her memories to the surface to replace her familiar fear.

"I-I mean, we have a force to keep everyone safe, so you don't need to worry!", Torii popped out again. She didn't want Flint getting all paranoid on her, or feeling unsafe in the apartment itself. "No, we're safe here. Um, anyway...yea, how 'bout that story. Right? Yuna?"

Hooefully, Yuna would want to hear it. Well, never mind that, Flint probably needed to tell it. Something to lighten the mood and all. "It should be an interesting story, eh?"

[The BranRiech]

Bran's smile widened, but barely. He looked over at Deuce, and deduced that their conversation was about these plants in the room, or just plants in general. He looked at the small girl next to him, and instantly assumed her to be the one responsible for the plant-life covering the room, making vines up the roman-pillars and such. He approached, getting there just as the greenhouse was being brought up.

"Hey, Deuce." He stated. "Greenhouse?"

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Natiya blushed at her stupidity, but remained proud, standing next to Aleki happily as the man prattled off about the teleporter. His accent calmed her, reminding her of a home she barely remembered but in dreams and memories of parents she never really got to say goodbye too.

"Putin, eh? Any relation to a past leader? Oh, pleasure t'meet you as well." She asked, because these people were from the future. "And yeah, we'd like to get down to Gliese too."

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"I'd love to hear a story."

Yuna smiled, skimming over the conversation about "Other beings". Yuna kept getting hints, and knew Torii wasn't all to comfortable with "Non-Humans" and sort of blamed them for her lack of powers or something. It was somewhat obvious, but Torii seemed to be getting either more tolerant, or better at hiding her prejudice.

[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?”

“I detected your DEiMOS crying and came to see if there was any trouble.” Glory replied in a tone of pure meaninglessness. It was strange how uncaring it was and it seemed to transcend common apathy. “Aw I see” Primordial replied vacantly, his eyes studying the man with a mix of caution and hopefulness. Luxans rarely were nice and outgoing, even to each other and Primordial bet that this Glory fellow was originally hoping to steal their DEiMOS before he learned that they were still alive.

“Well then thanks for your offer, I’m travelling with a pair of my companions. They were severely wounded during a mishap with our device. We lost much of our medical equipment and their wounds are reality based in nature. Perhaps you could treat them? The people on this rock aren’t advanced enough to do so.” Primordial was lying through his teeth about several things but he guess that so was Glory. His DEiMOS had been sabotaged but as long as he could keep Glory from inspecting it the better. It was very embarrassing to a Luxan to lose or damage their DEiMOS’s or SPADEs. Breaking an incredibly valuable and neigh indestructible piece of equipment took a very high level of either bad luck or stupidty both things looked down upon in the empire.

“Well I’ll see what I can do. Where might I find them?”

[The Carlisle]

Kale turned to see a man approach them.. He was much shorter and fairer than the giant, but was taller than Kale. "Hello!" she said, "Dunce is planning on building a greenhouse. He said I could help with it. Not to sure on the whole building part. I'm not very strong. But I can grow plants! You interested as well?"

[Vrijeme]

The Seer smiled, then gave his farewell. He grabbed his sonic pen and continued to get readings from the air, slowly making his way towards a cat. He had a better idea as to what this place was, though he still wasn't one-hundred percent. The Seer knew that he would need to eventually get back to his TARDIS and get back to work on it, but he decided that he would worry about that later. The Seer smirked, scanning each and every creature he passed, reviewing the data, and jotting down a quick sketch and a few notes in his notepad.

[Swith Witherward]

"Don't worry, he won't. I mean after all," He paused for a moment to take in a bit of scenery before looking at Xanthe, "He does have a smart companion to walk with him every step of the way, even if he can be stubborn at times." He felt it in the wind; life, flowing through the veins of time itself, it was a good feeling indeed. "Alright now, I don't want to stall you for too long. You have a quest to do, a very fun quest that might involve me." He hinted. With his hint, he placed his warm hands on the side of his face ever so gingerly and kissed Xanthe ever so softly. As he kissed her, he slowly started to disappear into little balls of lights that soon took form of lightning bugs that flew off in all directions.

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Superbia laughed aloud to a point where young Superbia squirmed around in his sleep a bit. Superbia covered his mouth, even though he had none in his current form, and whispered, "Right, take flight on that because I just got the feeling Lucius just got done talking to Xanthe and he might be doing something, or resuming something really soon, but that thing a side, I love you, and so does Lucius, even if he doesn't always show it."

"I love you both as well," Blythe stopped purring and then playfully nipped Superbia's neck with her front teeth. "Lucius does as Lucius does. I hope he's not an eternal mystery to me. Then again, you're a mystery, too. I like that. I like the fact that I can be myself and yet things remain fresh between all of us."

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Xanthe sighed as the lips faded away from her own. It was a beautiful first kiss. Of course, you couldn't count that time with the goat and several other succubi. No one really kissed then. But this kiss was as special as the being who had given it. The small light balls scattered to the winds and the pseudo-angel whispered a gentle goodbye to them.

He was right. They had things to do. Staying at the grave wouldn't accomplish anything, and the longer they delayed, the more likely they'd never get started properly. Samuel was waiting for them. Of course, they'd arrive not more than a few minutes after they left, but we're talking Samuel. He'd probably raided her panty drawer already. Archangels... heavenly bodies, mischievous minds.

She stepped through the barrier again to find Blythe doting on what she assumed to be Future Superbia. The succubus wouldn't fawn over anyone other than her mates. The Superbia she knew was still lying in his pool of tarry tears. She felt badly for him yet the demon in front of her was proof that all ended well for him in the end. A quick and silent conversation between herself and Blythe verified her suspicions.

"Hello, Superbia. You look well." He certainly looked different, almost pleasing in appearance. Xanthe had never understood her counterpart's obsession with his eyeless face and odd snout but there was no accounting for taste. "Alright, can we pack it up? We need to get back to the map and the quest. I do hope we don't have to pry the other Superbia off the ground. He looks rather sticky."

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?"

Leroy looked over at the man and narrowed his icy eyes ever so slightly, looking the man over. He didn't pay much mind to the man's irregularities. He had seem enough aliens that he never really cared, nor payed much mind when people were different. "Party?" He said, his voice perfectly matching his eyes. Chilling, though probably not to Todesfall,"I have no interest in a party, I'm only here to move in."

Wolfgang gave a bark, and a small whine, and Leroy seemed to sort of space out what Todesfall was saying for a bit, before focusing on him again. "Wolfgang would like a tour, but I simply want to know where my apartment is. I'll figure out where everything is in my own time," He said, looking over the paper, and then signing in a neat cursive.

OOC: oh crap. He brought in Todesfall?! Shit goan down soon. I smell a story!
IC:

Todesfall nodded. "A man of business. I appreciate that." The signed lease was quickly tucked into the cultist's jacket and a key handed over to Leroy. The cultist also gave him his apartment number and added, "It's a few flights up. You can take the elevator if you choose."

He turned to regard the wolf sitting so patiently next to the man. He was a handsome creature and Todesfall, like his German counterparts, appreciated wolves in general. "Come then, Wolf. Let me get you familiar with the surroundings. Of course, my brother Rudolf would welcome you to visit the lobby any time you wished. He's fond of animals; they're more honest that humans. We'll start on this floor and make the rounds."

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?”

“I detected your DEiMOS crying and came to see if there was any trouble.” Glory replied in a tone of pure meaninglessness. It was strange how uncaring it was and it seemed to transcend common apathy. “Aw I see” Primordial replied vacantly, his eyes studying the man with a mix of caution and hopefulness. Luxans rarely were nice and outgoing, even to each other and Primordial bet that this Glory fellow was originally hoping to steal their DEiMOS before he learned that they were still alive.

“Well then thanks for your offer, I’m travelling with a pair of my companions. They were severely wounded during a mishap with our device. We lost much of our medical equipment and their wounds are reality based in nature. Perhaps you could treat them? The people on this rock aren’t advanced enough to do so.” Primordial was lying through his teeth about several things but he guess that so was Glory. His DEiMOS had been sabotaged but as long as he could keep Glory from inspecting it the better. It was very embarrassing to a Luxan to lose or damage their DEiMOS’s or SPADEs. Breaking an incredibly valuable and neigh indestructible piece of equipment took a very high level of either bad luck or stupidty both things looked down upon in the empire.

“Well I’ll see what I can do. Where might I find them?”

Naomi had been dismissed by the new arrival. She moved away to give them privacy yet kept an ear on the conversation. The prospect of this person healing Aegis absolutely delighted the little god. Having Insidious restored was also good but Naomi didn't know her as well as Primordial and Aegis.

She hid the words "med clinic" behind a contrived cough and then smiled sweetly at the pair. Naomi resolved ghost them, of course. She was still wary of the newcomer and feared further punishment of the Luxans.

Bran's smile widened, but barely. He looked over at Deuce, and deduced that their conversation was about these plants in the room, or just plants in general. He looked at the small girl next to him, and instantly assumed her to be the one responsible for the plant-life covering the room, making vines up the roman-pillars and such. He approached, getting there just as the greenhouse was being brought up.

"Hey, Deuce." He stated. "Greenhouse?"

Kale turned to see a man approach them.. He was much shorter and fairer than the giant, but was taller than Kale. "Hello!" she said, "Dunce is planning on building a greenhouse. He said I could help with it. Not to sure on the whole building part. I'm not very strong. But I can grow plants! You interested as well?"

"It's Deuce," the Astartes replied to Kale. "You should be very careful with names and pay attention to them. I'm not offended but there are gods here who might be if you spoke their names incorrectly."

He turned his head towards Bran (who was eye level with him as he was sitting on the floor at the moment). "Good to see you again, Bran. Yes, a greenhouse or three. Marcus told me that Yuna fancied gardening and we could use a proper place to start seeds. The produce would go to the communal kitchen. I believe the lad wanted to help build them but the more, the merrier, if you'd care to help. I believe you're clever with your hands?"

The writer must now apologize for Deuce's odd speech. She is quite certain he's more down to earth and less fussy sounding, but she's never written for him in this capacity. Thus, she urges the reader to spin his words into something somewhat blue collar in nature. And there you have it and there it is.

"How is your family?" he asked in an attempt to be conversational. Astartes of the Chaotic nature weren't always sociable and Deuce was somewhat at a loss. What did people normally talk about? He'd done well with the teens but that was in his own apartment. Out here, in the public and with so many cheerful people surrounding him, he was out of his comfort zone.

[Swith Witherward]

"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.

The expression on Rudolf's face was a curious mixture of bemusement and bewilderment. 2381? That future wasn't too future. It was close to Templar future yet far it the past from Rudolf's second home. Gre'thor, however, sounded similar to the time they were foisted upon Minerva's Lads. The Inn was beyond damnation and suffering. Still, the Klingon's own Gre'thor was probably twenty times worse than that.

Mezran's bark of laughter drowned out Rudolf's chuckle. His mind slipped into another thought stream. Haven has technical parts? Magic was completely foreign to the Klingon? Oh boy. This fellow was in for a shock. Perhaps the Fae could induce a state that mimiced whatever holo-technology Mezran was expecting? Still, an alien in an alien world is bound to suffer culture shock and perhaps have few pucker factor moments, especially in Bielefeld.

Better to lose his cool on a Cultist than Giovenith and her paper birds. "There are some things you'll need to acclimate to," he sighed, "and some odd realities that won't make any sense. You'd mentioned that there weren't any gods. How do your people handle magic users? Not magicians but beings that can poof things into existence. Fireballs. Braunschweiger sandwiches. Atomic kittens. You know, that sort of thing?"

[Tiltjuice]

The strange being was like nothing she'd seen or heard of before, even in the tales of her homeland. Dora slipped back into the conversation with a bottle of Balkan 176. (She'd tarried a bit to converse with the easy-going Fae, who was starting to draw her attention a bit more, especially after recent events. His liking for mice as companions, not food, pleased her; Luce and Chrys reminiscing about eating them made her wince a bit.)

Setting down the bottle, she pulled a trio of glasses off the awkward palm-up grip of her other hand and set one in front of each of her companions. Hers and Rudolf's had cans of soda inside, but Mezran looked big enough to take the alcohol straight. An impressive feat, considering her reputation and that of her siblings.

[The BranRiech]

Nonplussed by Deuce's appearance after almost 2 years of seeing things that would probably scare away anyone else, and having known Deuce from before, he knew the Marine was a calm one, a friend if Bran had more time to spend making them. He chuckled at Kale, listening to her mispronounce Deuce's name was kind of funny, and reminded him of a dunce cap, which is probably where Kale got the idea from. He didn't have any clue whether it was a joke, or if Kale genuinely didn't know how to say "Deuce."

"Building a greenhouse?" He asked again, listening to the spiel. He didn't really have anything planned for the day, or for a while to be completely honest. They'd just finished painting the main room of the bomb shelter, so the Nikanors were finally enjoying the free time they had. "I'd love to help out." He smiled at both of these people.

"Family's good." The conscript nodded. "And who might be this new girl be?" He smiled, extending a hand to Kale.

[Monfrox]

"Well, okay, story of betrayal, revenge, and payback. All in name of justice." Flint said with a smile. She began to tell them the story of how she got her name. Back in the Zone, the laws and codes of Stalkers only really applied to those in their own faction. But Free Stalkers went on however they pleased. One such Stalker was called Flint, and he had used that name before to hide himself. He had been enlisted with the current Flint's group, at which point she had been called 'Ginger', to hunt down a Chimera that was terrorizing the swamp area around the bar where she lived. The hunting posse went out in search of the creature, but upon locating the best, Flint grabbed all of their gear and high-tailed it out of there.

Flint told about how she had to use the corpse of one of her friends to hide while the Chimera took apart the others. Once it left, she vowed to track down the traitor and kill him. Ginger scoured the swamps for the bastard. It took days upon days to search everywhere, and she had even done such things as taking out an entire Bloodsucker lair, or killing a Controller in a cave, to find any clues. After doing a little running around for the local information dealer at the bar, he told her how there was some guy vaguely fitting the description of her traitor in the are around the Jupiter power plant. She immediately raked up together enough cartridges to pay a guide to take her to Yanov station.

Upon her arrival, she quickly went about looking for him. It didn't take long, as there was a guy preaching about how he once took out an entire Bloodsucker lair by himself, and how he fought toe-to-toe with a Controller and won. She held her cool during her time until she was sure she had enough evidence against him. The final piece came when she found a wounded Stalker out during one of her excursions. He told her of how he found a rare artifact, but was severely injured by an anomaly on his way back. While he was lying there, Flint had wandered by and snatched the artifact away from the Stalker, leaving him for dead. Ginger tried her best to treat the man's wounds, but there was no saving him. Upon learning that, she quickly set out for Yanov station.

When she arrived, sure enough, Flint was telling his buddies about how he single-handedly discovered a very rare artifact. Ginger, through some quick seduction, lured Flint out of Yanov and off to a secluded place in the distance after trying to call out his bluff didn't work out so well with him. She had told the members of Freedom, the group Flint was now running with, and asked if she could handle the problem herself. After a quick 'ok', the deal was set. When Ginger took Flint out and away from the station, she shot out his kneecaps from behind. It was then that she told him about how she was the sole survivor from the botched Chimera hunt, and that even if she couldn't get what he had stole from her back, she'd take the only thing he had left after he died: His name.

"And so from then on, I have always been called 'Flint'." She told the two. "Is not very happy story, I know, but is only remotely satisfying story in my history." She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly as she thought about how this wasn't exactly what the two girls might've wanted out of a story.

[Terintania]

OOC: oh crap. He brought in Todesfall?! Shit goan down soon. I smell a story!
IC:

Todesfall nodded. "A man of business. I appreciate that." The signed lease was quickly tucked into the cultist's jacket and a key handed over to Leroy. The cultist also gave him his apartment number and added, "It's a few flights up. You can take the elevator if you choose."

He turned to regard the wolf sitting so patiently next to the man. He was a handsome creature and Todesfall, like his German counterparts, appreciated wolves in general. "Come then, Wolf. Let me get you familiar with the surroundings. Of course, my brother Rudolf would welcome you to visit the lobby any time you wished. He's fond of animals; they're more honest that humans. We'll start on this floor and make the rounds."

Leroy took the keys from Todesfall with a very faint nod, and without a word of thanks. He glanced at Wolfgang, then started walking off toward the stairs."Enjoy yourself," He said over his shoulder to the wolf. With that, he began ascending the stairs. He didn't mind elevators all that much, he simply preferred to take the stairs when he wasn't in a hurry, and was in a new place.

Once upstairs, he tracked down his room and headed in, checking it out.

Wolfgang wagged his tail at Todesfall, even though he creeped him out just a bit. Looks could be deceiving sometimes, however, so he didn't judge until he knew for sure. "Woof!" He replied, his tongue lolling out happily as he followed Todesfall around.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Cerril had been a bit distracted with saying his goodbye's to the timelord and continuing to chat with Sterling and Willow, a bit too distracted to pay attention to Saren, who at that moment had noticed a few plants spring up. A good treat for a foal like him. He slowly and quietly snuck his way out of his child seat, and hopped down, looking from side to side to make sure his father wasn't paying attention, and then he made his way over to one of the flowers, sniffing it nervously and taking a bite before trotting off with it in his mouth.

[Mandicoria]

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"Why yes I have been there! I'm able to visit there every time I get paid leave. Wonderful country." He smiled and took a quick sip of juice "Been on friendly terms with us Mandicorians lately, and I believe there's been an alliance of sorts in place for quite some time."

Scandi sat down and just stared at the two. Talking the night away while Scandi was all alone. He looked around for something that would catch his attention. So far, he didn't see a thing that would even interest him, nothing but the drinks. Even though he lived in a cool climate with no real water shortage, one would believe he wouldn't be thirsty at all. Thing is, Scandi's thirsty almost all the time, probably a hereditary thing but who knows?

[The BranRiech]

Kei, who was walking the halls after showing Ki the way out of her apartment (Giving him her number in case he wanted a drink, or demonstrations), barely noticed the small Foal wandering the halls with a flower in his mouth. She was busy thinking about things, and nearly tripped on poor-little Saren as she lumbered past. The goddess wasn't stupid though, and noticed him just at the last second.

"Hmmph."

It wasn't something she was used to, but she was used to a damn lot of things, and a lot of them were here in the building.

"Who are you, little guy?" She smiled, picking up the small Foal.