Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Giovenith]

Mandi looked back at the window as they rushed off. "No, Scandi's in there still, I just know it. Gio, I can't let that bastard get killed by some monsters, only I can pull that last breath of life from that motherfucker!" Mandi broke free from Gio's grip and ran back. "I'm coming for you, bastard!"

"Mandi!" The personification ripped from the godling's side, storming back toward the chaos just as Bran had. It was screw loose, running into a fire, pouring bleach into the flames. Sure she understood the drive for loved ones, but this was madness. "Mandi, stop and think, we can plan this!"

Willow looked back and forth between Bran and Mandi, just as jolted over the sudden action by so many members of the window party. They had daughters, wives, and best friends to flip out over. Willow himself was still concerned about Sterling, but trusted his best friend to have gotten out. He was the closest thing to a genius he knew, after all.

However he did it, it certainly wasn't by window, courtesy of Mister Deuce, as Mandi would soon bitterly discover.

[The BranRiech]

Seeing what he thought was his wife, brandishing an old Nagant Revolver on him was a frightening sight, and he was wondering why Rylli would say such a thing to him. But, the shapeshifters were violent beings as he found out in the dining room. They didn't have the look of desperation that Rylli currently had, they looked like modern residents, not this wartorn, or malnourished looking.

"Rylli . . ." He said, a look of fear in his eyes. "Rachelle's down in the bomb shelter." He spoke softly. "I can take you to see her, and Tolya."

[Swith Witherward]

Seeing what he thought was his wife, brandishing an old Nagant Revolver on him was a frightening sight, and he was wondering why Rylli would say such a thing to him. But, the shapeshifters were violent beings as he found out in the dining room. They didn't have the look of desperation that Rylli currently had, they looked like modern residents, not this wartorn, or malnourished looking.

"Rylli . . ." He said, a look of fear in his eyes. "Rachelle's down in the bomb shelter." He spoke softly. "I can take you to see her, and Tolya."

The revolver wavered but didn't drop. "The bomb shelter was destroyed in the Drone attack, Bran" Rylli shivered. "Who is Tolya? What is doing on here?"

Things made even less sense now. Things just weren't right. Rylli's eyes flickered to the Building's door and the view through their glass. The sun was setting in a pristine sky. The structures across the street were well-tended. The street itself was paved, for fuck's sake. Why hadn't she noticed any of this before? Why? She'd been so focused on finding Rachelle, and so focused on Bran's voice... and now she realized that nothing was right here. Not a single damn thing.

"Who are you?" her voice quivered as she asked again, cracking from the strain of her emotions and the new fears rising from deep inside her.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"There were shape-shifters, and a trap. You were caught in vines." Moritmer thought that about covered it. The small human was making the obnoxious high-pitched noise. It was hard to concentrate. "Who is responsible for this child?" To his surprise, he enjoyed holding the small human. It was innocent. It was not to blame for the crimes of others. He, for no particular reason, began to rock it back and forth.

(Pony. )
Saren's 'obnoxious high pitched noise' eventually ceased and turned into a simple, nervous whimper. He curled up into a ball in Mortimer's arm, sucking on his hoof and shaking wildly. It was obvious this little foal was going to have nightmares for a while, but at least he was safe for now. He stared up at his current savior with a look of confusion, worry, and hope. He didn't have anything to say at the moment, other than a very muttered "thank you".

[The Carlisle]

Kale looked up to Deuce. "Okay..... Duck?" she got red in the face from embarrassment. She forgot the man's name. This wasn't the normal misspeaking of the name, his name did not pop up on the radar.
"I know this is not the best situation, but I want to refer to you by a nickname. I remember them better than actual names." She clutched her chin in thought. "Hmmmmm... I got it! I'll call you Titan!" she exclaimed as if brilliance struck her, "You're the biggest person here, one of the biggest people I've seen. I think it'll suit you. I hope you don't mind."

Brought back to reality, Kale resumed the escape. She climbed up onto the windowsill with the help of Deuce and looked down. Her destination was a few feet and on top of the van, but she still felt queasy. She had an intense phobia of heights. Ever since falling off of her parents 17th floor apartment, she never got over it. But she sucked it up.
"Remember the time when you had the wings, Kale. You didn't fear heights then, why now?" she thought to herself.
Her legs still shook a bit. She got into position and leaped from the windowsill. She was in the air. Fear swept over her, but she held it back. In a second she was on the van. She panted heavily from it.
"You... did... it... Yes!" she said to herself in an accomplished but exasperated tone. She got to her feet and looked back to the window.

"Now it's your turn Titan!" Kale shouted back to Deuce.

[Germanic Templars]

"Well as important as honesty is, I must say, I am crying because I wasn't there for you enough. I abandoned you as my father did me, but not for the same reason." He let go of Siduer and step back a little to kneel down to get to eye level with Siduer. " You see, my dad left me, and my brother and sister, only so that we could have a better chance than having to live in conditions of that of weak materials and work in unsafe conditions. Me, however, I left you just so I could fight in a war I could have said no to and stayed back to live with you, your sister, and mommy. That is why daddy cried." Thriller wiped his eyes and looked at his son with a flushed face and a smile.

The boy stared into his father's eyes. His face became very serious for a child his tender age. "It is our duty still to endeavor to avoid war; but if it shall actually take place, no matter by whom brought on, we must defend ourselves. If our house be on fire, without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without, we must try to extinguish it. Mr Thomas Jefferson. He's an important man, Daddy. Smart, too. You went because our people needed you. Our house was on fire and you had to extinguish the flames for all us Tempars."

Siduer peered to the left and then to the right as if to see if there were any eavesdroppers in the room and then whispered, "Daddy, did we win?"

Thriller nodded at the quote his son said. "Ey, that we did son, that we did. Though with unwanted loses, but that shouldn't matter now. Daddy has some work he needs to get done back on Gliese. And I promise, I will bring back a gift for you and Sydney, one that you both will love very much." Thriller braced his arm on his leg and used it to push himself up on his two feet again.

---

"Definitely beats the old Soviet models we use back home." Natiya muttered to herself as she took in the train station. The sleek train was awe-inspiring, and tppk her back to that childhood stage where everyone loved trains.

"After you, Aleki." She smiled, blushing a bit.

"You first, I insist." Aleki replied as he stepped off to the side, with a slight bow.

Despite the rough texture of the outside, the inside was slightly more eye appealing to the fact that it had comfy chairs to sit in, and is that seat belts too? Yes indeed, because when you travel through time and space, it can be a rough ride towards the end.
OOC:Mi dispiace, but was a bit stumped on it. EDIT: fixed with more detail.

[The BranRiech]

"Tolya's our son." Bran said, seeing the fact as nothing new. Tolya was nearly a year old, nearly. It would be a while yet, but he was already thinking of a birthday gift. Of course, not if Rylli put a premature end to his life. "I'll show you right down there now, alright?" He suggested, hoping to calm her down. "There hasn't been a Drone invasion for almost a year and a half."

He was starting to get the nagging suspicion that something in time had inevitably fucked up, that somehow, the Rylli from the original timeline found herself here. But . . . Then was this the Rylli he actually fell in love with, and not the one that the new timeline had?

--

(Placeholder for Natiya)

[Monfrox]

Flint stood by Torii and caught her breath. "That was a big one!" She said with a chuckle, looking back to where she had come out from. "They don't make them like they used too!" She tried getting the girl to lighten up just a little with her humor in the face of death.

[Primordial Luxa]

The Luxans had been spared the insanity in the dining room by sheer virtue of timing. Naomi had ghosted them down the stairs and into the clinic before the madness had broken out. The clinic looked much like it always did. Old magazines littered the tables and the air felt wholesome. The waiting room was completely empty but several closed doors indicated that patients might still be present.

Ogoti came from his office where he'd been occupying himself with a game of chess with Sanjay. He bowed his head at the pair (and lurking Naomi.) "Good day, Primordial. How may I be of assistance?"

“Ah just the man I was hoping for.” Primordial said as he got up and shambled over to him. “were going to try and fix Aegis’s condition you see. Without my DEiMOS I don’t have the proper tools, but this friend here stopped by and offered us some materials to reduce Aegis down to essential salts.” Glory glared at Ogoti with a mixture of distrust and annoyance, yet the emotion was cluttered and filled with apathy and uncaringness. “If you have a tub big enough to submerge Aegis in and if you happen to have any bleach, gasoline, lighter fluid, plutonium, ammonia, Ferrofluids, Aerogel, some Perfluorocarbons, and sort of Non-Newtonian Fluids or some Carbon Nanotubes that would be really helpful.”

[Torsiedelle]

Flint stood by Torii and caught her breath. "That was a big one!" She said with a chuckle, looking back to where she had come out from. "They don't make them like they used too!" She tried getting the girl to lighten up just a little with her humor in the face of death.

Flint's attempt to lighten Tora up wasn't having the desired effect, despite her best efforts. She was frightened badly, upset, and hurt. Her face said it all. "I, I just can't right now." , She babbled. "I didn't expect that. Th-this isn't funny. I'm scared. That thing was like my sister, and then it tried to eat me or something! I can't..."

She wanted to wipe a tear from her face, but she cringed and yelped in pain as she tried to move her right arm. She had her arm twisted as the shape-shifter lifted her up. "And my arm is hurt, too. I-I can't do anything with it like this! It hurts too bad! See?"

Lifting her arm up as best as she could, Flint could see the elbow area was swollen and pale. Even with her best attempts, Torii could just barely twitch her fingers or wrist; it was hurt badly indeed, and suddenly. Torii looked to her for help.

[Swith Witherward]

Thriller nodded at the quote his son said. "Ey, that we did son, that we did. Though with unwanted loses, but that shouldn't matter now. Daddy has some work he needs to get done back on Gliese. And I promise, I will bring back a gift for you and Sydney, one that you both will love very much." Thriller braced his arm on his leg and used it to push himself up on his two feet again.

Siduer giggled and fell back on the bed. The only thing better than winning something was being told you'd get a gift you'd totally love. He was glad Sydney was still asleep because she'd probably ask for something stupid, like a llama.

"Llama, llama, llama," he sung under his breath and then turned his head to grin at his father. "Okay, Daddy. But hurry back soon, 'cause you're missing out on good stuff like birthdays."

Ah, technically the twins' birthday was on March 1st but their handler had quite forgotten it. So, this is just a clever reminder to Thriller's handler that he has until the 29th of April... which is after AIT graduation on the 18th and grants him ten days at home to "get the lead out", so to speak. Honestly, man, it's not as if ol' Charumati is expecting chocolates and a diamond. I mean, hey, she's dead. She's not expecting anything. Well, perhaps something, but certainly not anything to do with diamonds or chocolates. Rather, let's just leave it as her handler hopes to accomplish something chatted about before the 28th in order to make the 29th more interesting for all parties involved. Charumati's handler, however, would like chocolates... preferably those chewy caramel ones that are wrapped in milk chocolate and then further wrapped in gold foil. That is, if Thriller's handler hasn't eaten them all out of stress and boredom. Perhaps Charumati's handler should send him a bag instead? She's not actually allowed to eat chocolate, according to her endocrinologist. And thus this pointless ramble comes to end with one parting gift.

Ahem.

"Okay, Daddy. But hurry back soon," Siduer grinned at his father. The boy snuggled back into his pillow and closed his eyes.

[Mandicoria]

-snip-

"Wait a minute." Mandi stopped and turned to Gio "You're right, I need to think of a way to go in there and fight my way to Scandi effectively." He looked around "Is there a way I can reach Apartment 8A? I have supplies up there, courtesy of the Mandicorian Government."

Suddenly a rock flew up near him, and started to.... talk. "Mandi, I need money for my rocket ship!" it said through unknown means.

Mandi's eyes widened "What the fuck?"

"There are universes that you don't understand! They are magical" After that, the rock flew off into the sky, ending with a bright sparkle.

Mandi just stared at the sky in amazement as he saw something that was completely random. He stood there for five minutes, wondering about what that entire event was about. "What the fuck?"

[Mincaldenteans]

Mezran hadn't been forgotten. It had taken this long for Rudolf to comprehend that the small fur balls were dangerous; the Klingon obviously thought so. They dissipated into smokey puffs once struck but they reformed again and again. The Klingon went for the canid and Rudolf formed his sword.

"TRIBBLES!" It was obviously an ominous alien battle cry. Rudolf's blade whistled through the air and turned more fur balls into smoke as he waded in to defend the Klingon's back.

The targ snarled and snapped its jaws. It wasn't any match for Mezran and found itself driven back. There wasn't enough time between strikes for it to reform into anything meaningful. It spat at him and turned tail, ducking around Flint and trampling Torii as it fled. The Bloodsucker was too busy trying to kill Flint to notice its companion's escape.

"bIHnuch! (Coward!) petaQ'pu like you do not deserve a swift end! I promise I'll rip you apart with my bare hands for this!" The klingon bellowed in rage as the creature had retreated away from him and Rudolf. The dining room was still dark and relying on senses alone while in a blood rage hindered the oaf's resolve to pursue, he sniffed the air loudly, but couldn't pick anything and his hearing did little to shift through the varied motions. He had noted that Rudolf had stayed by his side, "Did you see where the taH'qeq fled? I will not be robbed of its death!"

Chrys closed her eyes tight, letting the blood-fervor drain away. She was silent for a minute; disappointment was the least of her feelings right then. The sword seemed to hang lower in its sheath than normal. An impossibility, of course, as it was neither sentient nor animate.

Dora, noting her Sister's perturbation, nodded casually at Dan. "Don't worry, she's not mad at you, just frustrated. She'll get over it pretty quick, cheerful as she ever is." The redhead, still sitting against the wall bouncing her leg up and down restlessly, turned her head slowly to regard Raka.

"Mate, there's no window...and if I were you, I'd be more worried about the giant wolf hanging out over there, next to the guy with the sniper rifle." She glanced from Todesfall, Leroy, and Wolfgang to Ray, Albert, and Jacob. "At least the humanoid cats and fox are friendly, most of the time," she drawled. "Not to mention our resident Fae over here." Another nod in Dan's direction. "He's one of my favorite residents, even though we haven't talked much. The bug creature" - here she gestured to Ki - "I haven't met before." She squinted, looking him up and down.

"I do apologize," Dan said anyway to Chrys, "I reacted in haste... that shifter looked hauntingly accurate, almost as though that would have been me if I were part of Winter," he shivered visibly at the memory of it, "I did not want to find out what it could do if we had to confront it." Turning to smile at Dora, "Thank you Dora, that's very kind of you. Perhaps after this we can talk a little more, without the shifters and that brown giant," he almost chuckled but stopped short as remembered the Klingon was in there, and so was Hans and Rudolf and the Fae's features turned more apologetic, "I hope Hans is okay, he was with us and so was Rudolf. Should we go back in?"

****

The Klingon felt a cool shift in the wind that chilled is warm skin and caught Mezran's attention. He moved to the direction of it, and the sounds of fluttering steps out of the dining room told him the shifter was still in here and that less people in here would make this battle easier without further distraction. With Rudolf at his back and the shout from Hans saying that shifters were not good at physical hits, the Klingon bared its teeth in a smile even if no one could see him, "So the filthy beast cannot take a hit, is it!? Disappointing," he spat. "Come!" He told Rudolf, "We will finish this petaQ! And drink to our victory!"

[Monfrox]

Flint stood by Torii and caught her breath. "That was a big one!" She said with a chuckle, looking back to where she had come out from. "They don't make them like they used too!" She tried getting the girl to lighten up just a little with her humor in the face of death.

Flint's attempt to lighten Tora up wasn't having the desired effect, despite her best efforts. She was frightened badly, upset, and hurt. Her face said it all. "I, I just can't right now." , She babbled. "I didn't expect that. Th-this isn't funny. I'm scared. That thing was like my sister, and then it tried to eat me or something! I can't..."

She wanted to wipe a tear from her face, but she cringed and yelped in pain as she tried to move her right arm. She had her arm twisted as the shape-shifter lifted her up. "And my arm is hurt, too. I-I can't do anything with it like this! It hurts too bad! See?"

Lifting her arm up as best as she could, Flint could see the elbow area was swollen and pale. Even with her best attempts, Torii could just barely twitch her fingers or wrist; it was hurt badly indeed, and suddenly. Torii looked to her for help.

"You will live." Flint said as she dug into her pack. She pulled out her painkiller syringes and offered one to Torii. "I mean, think about what happened to me. How far gone was I when you found me? And yet, here I am. Still breathing. You will be fine. Stalkers do not forget debts. I will not see you die any time soon. I promise."

[Torsiedelle]

"Th-th-thank you."

Tora reached out to take the needle with her left hand, and examined the needle carefully. "Finally", she thought, something to help....a needle..."

A needle? Tora didn't like needles. She couldn't stick a needle in her arm. No, besides, weren't they still in danger in the hallway? Where was everyone else? There were still others with them, so they must be safe for now, but-"oh, fuck.", She thought. She was trying to avoid it. She didn't like needles at all.

[Giovenith]

-snip-

"Wait a minute." Mandi stopped and turned to Gio "You're right, I need to think of a way to go in there and fight my way to Scandi effectively." He looked around "Is there a way I can reach Apartment 8A? I have supplies up there, courtesy of the Mandicorian Government."

Suddenly a rock flew up near him, and started to.... talk. "Mandi, I need money for my rocket ship!" it said through unknown means.

Mandi's eyes widened "What the fuck?"

"There are universes that you don't understand! They are magical" After that, the rock flew off into the sky, ending with a bright sparkle.

Mandi just stared at the sky in amazement as he saw something that was completely random. He stood there for five minutes, wondering about what that entire event was about. "What the fuck?"

"More likely than not, he's already been helped by now," Giovenith explained, letting loose the breath she'd been holding due to the rapidness of the going-on's. At least, she hoped Scandi had been helped by now. "You see, the Building, and the city in general, are pretty well looked after and protected, with supernatural means. If you remember I was telling you before, since this place seems to attract a lot of unusual people, and without them we'd be overrun. I know you must be super worried about him right now, but the best thing to do right now is stay organized, get informed about the defense, and above all, don't jump to anything too rash."

Giovenith bit the inside of her cheek a bit at the last part, wondering if it was entirely accurate given how things could get, but quickly justified it to herself by remembering the inclusion of "too." Too by apartment standards. Her lavender eyes found themselves wandering downward, and for a moment Giovenith bemused the odd hue of the ground, before quickly remembering the dimming of the day. A hand thrust into her pocket, and pulled out a fistful of various nick-knacks--keychain flashlights, glow sticks, glow in the dark keychains, and other small light-up toys.

"I have a full-sized flashlight or two in here somewhere..." she thought out loud, some worry in her tone. The godling gestured Willow over to hold to the small pile of light toys, so that she could better search her pockets. "It's getting late, and they said those things are pushed away by light. If they could get to the dining room lights before, no telling what kind of night this is going to be..."

"Better find those flashlights quickly, I don't think the batteries in these toys will last long," the pegasus remarked, looking down at the toy pile in his hooves.

The pony's comments made her consider something: Who was to say the creatures wouldn't be able to mess with batteries too? She didn't know that for sure, but she found it a legitimate concern. Giovenith's hand found, grasped, and revealed a fistful of powerful glow sticks from her pocket in place of the flashlights she'd been looking for, and handed one to Mandi. They were thick things, about a foot long, with black straps to put around one's wrist, and were glowing bright enough to still show even in the dim light of the setting sun. "These are used in emergency black-outs in some places. Keep it close, just in case. You too, Willow." Giovenith chose a stick with a longer strap to carefully put around the pegasus's neck.

"Thank you," Willow thanked, squinting a bit at the glow strength as he held it close to his eyes. Grateful for it's light, but also grateful that glow sticks were actually something he knew what was. No help fumbling with weird human technology while trying to avoid monsters.

"Anyone else?" she called to the group, waving around a stick.

[Cerillium]

Kale looked up to Deuce. "Okay..... Duck?" she got red in the face from embarrassment. She forgot the man's name. This wasn't the normal misspeaking of the name, his name did not pop up on the radar.
"I know this is not the best situation, but I want to refer to you by a nickname. I remember them better than actual names." She clutched her chin in thought. "Hmmmmm... I got it! I'll call you Titan!" she exclaimed as if brilliance struck her, "You're the biggest person here, one of the biggest people I've seen. I think it'll suit you. I hope you don't mind."

Brought back to reality, Kale resumed the escape. She climbed up onto the windowsill with the help of Deuce and looked down. Her destination was a few feet and on top of the van, but she still felt queasy. She had an intense phobia of heights. Ever since falling off of her parents 17th floor apartment, she never got over it. But she sucked it up.
"Remember the time when you had the wings, Kale. You didn't fear heights then, why now?" she thought to herself.
Her legs still shook a bit. She got into position and leaped from the windowsill. She was in the air. Fear swept over her, but she held it back. In a second she was on the van. She panted heavily from it.
"You... did... it... Yes!" she said to herself in an accomplished but exasperated tone. She got to her feet and looked back to the window.

"Now it's your turn Titan!" Kale shouted back to Deuce.

Deuce was pleased that Kale had landed safely but the window was very small. He wasn't wearing his armor but chances were high that he'd wedge himself in the small opening and then be stuck with his posterior exposed to swipes and bites. "I'm too large," he ducked down to peer out the window before turning back to knock away a few more pests. "I'll need to go through this mess to reach the door."

He offered a thumbs up to her and closed the sash to prevent anything from escaping. The Astartes wasn't too concerned. Apparently the creatures couldn't pick up on anything that would unsettle him. They certainly tried. Disembodied heads, angry daemons, girl scouts, a clown, a replica of Volturius - it was an endless parade of shifting shapes that only brought a smile to Deuce's face. He swung at them and knocked them back but they were also losing their desire to fight.

"Tolya's our son." Bran said, seeing the fact as nothing new. Tolya was nearly a year old, nearly. It would be a while yet, but he was already thinking of a birthday gift. Of course, not if Rylli put a premature end to his life. "I'll show you right down there now, alright?" He suggested, hoping to calm her down. "There hasn't been a Drone invasion for almost a year and a half."

He was starting to get the nagging suspicion that something in time had inevitably fucked up, that somehow, the Rylli from the original timeline found herself here. But . . . Then was this the Rylli he actually fell in love with, and not the one that the new timeline had?

--

(Placeholder for Natiya)

Rylli started at Bran in disbelief. A son? No, that was impossible. "The Drone Occupation has lasted well over a year and a half."

There wasn't any way she would go anywhere with him. For all she knew, he was one of their implants. No, this whole thing was very wrong and everything was "off". And going underground in the Building was a bad idea, especially with that Chaos bitch hovering over her singularity and zotting anything that got too close. Rylli moved towards the reception desk and stepped behind it to use as a barrier between her and Bran.

“Ah just the man I was hoping for.” Primordial said as he got up and shambled over to him. “were going to try and fix Aegis’s condition you see. Without my DEiMOS I don’t have the proper tools, but this friend here stopped by and offered us some materials to reduce Aegis down to essential salts.” Glory glared at Ogoti with a mixture of distrust and annoyance, yet the emotion was cluttered and filled with apathy and uncaringness. “If you have a tub big enough to submerge Aegis in and if you happen to have any bleach, gasoline, lighter fluid, plutonium, ammonia, Ferrofluids, Aerogel, some Perfluorocarbons, and sort of Non-Newtonian Fluids or some Carbon Nanotubes that would be really helpful.”

"It will take a while to procure those items," Ogoti softly rumbled. "It's not impossible but it means sending cultists out to bring it in illegally." The only thing they had on hand was the fluids - Minerva had a quirky sense of humor.

The order was silently relayed to the cultist leader and, in turn, the Lads set out to procure the ingredients.

"Care for some coffee while we wait?" Ogoti smiled. "And you can tell me what you plan to do to Aegis."

"bIHnuch! (Coward!) petaQ'pu like you do not deserve a swift end! I promise I'll rip you apart with my bare hands for this!" The klingon bellowed in rage as the creature had retreated away from him and Rudolf. The dining room was still dark and relying on senses alone while in a blood rage hindered the oaf's resolve to pursue, he sniffed the air loudly, but couldn't pick anything and his hearing did little to shift through the varied motions. He had noted that Rudolf had stayed by his side, "Did you see where the taH'qeq fled? I will not be robbed of its death!"


The Klingon felt a cool shift in the wind that chilled is warm skin and caught Mezran's attention. He moved to the direction of it, and the sounds of fluttering steps out of the dining room told him the shifter was still in here and that less people in here would make this battle easier without further distraction. With Rudolf at his back and the shout from Hans saying that shifters were not good at physical hits, the Klingon bared its teeth in a smile even if no one could see him, "So the filthy beast cannot take a hit, is it!? Disappointing," he spat. "Come!" He told Rudolf, "We will finish this petaQ! And drink to our victory!"

Rudolf was tempted to tell Mezran that the shapshifters were a bit immortal and would keep reforming but, hey, he was spoiling for a good fight too. The promise of a victory drink was the icing on the cake.

"Let them die a thousand deaths at our hands," he snarled and raised his blade. "We'll shatter them and scatter them and carve our path to the door. TRIBBLES!"

The cultist bounded ahead, stomping on some of the remaining tribbles and slicing at the formless shapes which rose up to overwhelm the pair. The creatures were finally figuring out that their prey was intent on making their lives hell. The shapeshifters began to retreat back into deeper shadows but doing so left their backs exposed to the Klingon and cultist.

Not that Rudolf cared if they fled. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. His only regret was the lack of blood.

[The Factory of Spike]

"There were shape-shifters, and a trap. You were caught in vines." Moritmer thought that about covered it. The small human was making the obnoxious high-pitched noise. It was hard to concentrate. "Who is responsible for this child?" To his surprise, he enjoyed holding the small human. It was innocent. It was not to blame for the crimes of others. He, for no particular reason, began to rock it back and forth.

(Pony. )
Saren's 'obnoxious high pitched noise' eventually ceased and turned into a simple, nervous whimper. He curled up into a ball in Mortimer's arm, sucking on his hoof and shaking wildly. It was obvious this little foal was going to have nightmares for a while, but at least he was safe for now. He stared up at his current savior with a look of confusion, worry, and hope. He didn't have anything to say at the moment, other than a very muttered "thank you".

Ah. He had been wrong about the period of young being unable to communicate. "You are welcome," he muttered back. He assumed that the mutter was the proper tone for the situation, as the foal had used it. He had heard that bad experience caused something called "dreams" to become "bad." He hoped that didn't happen.

[Monfrox]

"Hey, hey, you okay? You look like someone just stabbed you in...okay not best analogy, but you do not look so good." Flint said, holding her rifle in one hand and putting the other on Torii's shoulder. She looked around. "There are a lot of others here. Sure they can help if we put heads together. I would give you something else for arm, but, not much else I have for something like that. Sorry." She had a few first aid kits, but that was it. There weren't meany places to get medical supplies in the Zone, so many Stalkers made due from their own makeshift kits.

[The BranRiech]

"For fuck's sake, Rylli. You're my wife." Bran snarled, getting angry himself. Whatever made her act like this was really pissing him off. Even if this wasn't the woman he was currently married to, she was still his girlfriend, he guessed. "Put the gun down, Rylli." He said. "If I'm one of the Drones, it won't even hurt me, but if you shoot me and kill me, how would you feel, how would Rachelle feel?"

This was definitely the Rylli from the original timeline or something of the sort, but what had occurred after they abandoned that timeline that ended up with this?

[Primordial Luxa]

“Ah just the man I was hoping for.” Primordial said as he got up and shambled over to him. “were going to try and fix Aegis’s condition you see. Without my DEiMOS I don’t have the proper tools, but this friend here stopped by and offered us some materials to reduce Aegis down to essential salts.” Glory glared at Ogoti with a mixture of distrust and annoyance, yet the emotion was cluttered and filled with apathy and uncaringness. “If you have a tub big enough to submerge Aegis in and if you happen to have any bleach, gasoline, lighter fluid, plutonium, ammonia, Ferrofluids, Aerogel, some Perfluorocarbons, and sort of Non-Newtonian Fluids or some Carbon Nanotubes that would be really helpful.”

"It will take a while to procure those items," Ogoti softly rumbled. "It's not impossible but it means sending cultists out to bring it in illegally." The only thing they had on hand was the fluids - Minerva had a quirky sense of humor.

The order was silently relayed to the cultist leader and, in turn, the Lads set out to procure the ingredients.

"Care for some coffee while we wait?" Ogoti smiled. "And you can tell me what you plan to do to Aegis."

Primordial nodded thankfully and Glory left to fetch some supplies from his DEiMOS. As soon as the other Luxan had left he nodded and “Replied yes thank you” before moving to sit down “Were planning on dissolving Aegis on a trans atomic level down to his essential salts, a series of multidimensional crystals that are able to contain his body, mind and soul within nearly one hundredth of his mass. It much easier to cure reality cancers in someone who’s in salt form than someone’s who alive. So afterwards well treat him and then use some invocation to bring him back. Hopefully. Im not sure about Insidious’s”

[Morlodania]

Minerva breathed out. She'd been completely unaware of holding her breath at all. Deuce's rump appearing in the window meant that nothing could get past him. Getting him extracted would be a different matter but she supposed she could enlist the help of one of War's cultists, not that he'd appreciate what they did to him.

Her mind reflected back to moments before the cultists yelled. What the hell was she doing? Ah, yes, Jorgen Rodgers. Minerva turned to smile at the man.

"Paperwork as in a contract? Certainly. Mr. Demens does everything by the book, so you'd be contracted and paid. Or your rent would be defrayed so you needn't pay anything each month. The boiler itself is one of the few normal things we have around here, and the bowels of the Building are very well patrolled. They're positively mundane, in fact. So you're an inventor as well? What sorts of things do you invent?"

The cultist leader kept a wary eye on the window as she talked. She wasn't overly concerned with Rylli. Bran had gone off after her and, in looking back on things, the woman hadn't seemed tainted by shapeshifter mana stench.

"This sounds acceptable to me. I would be more than happy to help with the boiler." He smiles and nods to her slowly, observing the window that was blocked by someone's rear end for the moment. "I guess I won't be catching anyone else, will I? Anyway, yes, I invent things, the schematics simply... Come to me... And I build them. I don't even know what they do until I build them." He reaches into a pocket and draws his clockwork pistol. "Like this... Somehow I managed to power a handgun with steam. Not sure how... I just did." He shrugs, placing the pistol back in his trenchcoat pocket.

[Torsiedelle]

"Hey, hey, you okay? You look like someone just stabbed you in...okay not best analogy, but you do not look so good." Flint said, holding her rifle in one hand and putting the other on Torii's shoulder. She looked around. "There are a lot of others here. Sure they can help if we put heads together. I would give you something else for arm, but, not much else I have for something like that. Sorry." She had a few first aid kits, but that was it. There weren't meany places to get medical supplies in the Zone, so many Stalkers made due from their own makeshift kits.

"Yea, I need help. It hurts bad.", The younger girl nodded quickly. "I just...I hate needles. I don't like needles. They just...they freak me out. I don't if anyone else knows healing stuff besides my friend though, and I don't see her anywhere."


This was bad. Sure, the medicine would help, but Torii was terrified of needles. She wouldn't even use it on her arm right now, which was saying something. It was better for her to take her mind off of it, and see what was up. "Hey, never mind my arm.", She told Flint. "Let's ask and find out what's happening here. Why were there shape shifters in our apartment building, at our party?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Pony. )
Saren's 'obnoxious high pitched noise' eventually ceased and turned into a simple, nervous whimper. He curled up into a ball in Mortimer's arm, sucking on his hoof and shaking wildly. It was obvious this little foal was going to have nightmares for a while, but at least he was safe for now. He stared up at his current savior with a look of confusion, worry, and hope. He didn't have anything to say at the moment, other than a very muttered "thank you".

Ah. He had been wrong about the period of young being unable to communicate. "You are welcome," he muttered back. He assumed that the mutter was the proper tone for the situation, as the foal had used it. He had heard that bad experience caused something called "dreams" to become "bad." He hoped that didn't happen.

Saren simply stared up at Mortimer again before smiling nervously. "Can you take me to papa? He's this big, furry black thing with a horn and no shirt." He said, describing Cerril in what little detail he could. He was probably going to cling to his father for the next few days until this event faded from his memory, but until then, he wasn't going anywhere.

[Motoneuron]

... "Not to mention our resident Fae over here." Another nod in Dan's direction. "He's one of my favorite residents, even though we haven't talked much. The bug creature" - here she gestured to Ki - "I haven't met before." She squinted, looking him up and down.

Ki found himself in the dark woods again, the bodies were everywhere. He asked himself who would do such a thing… but he already knew. He could never wash himself clean, he could never forget. They multiplied like a petri dish of flesh eating bacteria, ready to eat him alive. Before he knew it there where hundreds, he recognized every face.. and he would never forget. They started towards him, he couldn’t get away, and they were right on top of him.
Just as soon as they were about to reach him Ki snapped out of it, he realized he was in a whole new place, and there were people. He had never had that happen to him, not when he was awake. He was going to have to figure out what was happening soon. For now he had more pressing issues, like where he was and who these people were. He had seen what looked like someone talking about him so he decided to start there.
Ki approached the woman, making himself look calm after the disturbing vision. He smiled at the woman and introduced himself.
“Hello, I’m Ki’Rek… “ Ki paused for a bit as he thought “This may sound like an odd question but where exactly is this place and what is going on?”