Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Primordial Luxa]

"Makes it seem that that's my only option for leaving then, and it's not like I'm going to mooch an education off of you for nothing in return. I haven't made a decision yet though." Yuna admitted, although she probably wasn't even expected to make one yet. This was all so mysterious, it all had to do with gods and spirits, living underground, and things she shouldn't be exposed to. It was fun though, being able to meet all these new people, even though Will had technically stolen her.

But hey, what she didn't know didn't hurt her, and Will was considered too friendly for her to change her opinion now. "For spears anyways, you're going to want something small, but sturdy, bats aren't too large, like if you had a gun, you'd need a very small round to do it, which is why our guns fire small needles using air power. Never liked them though."

"You can leave at any time," Will replied, momentarily forgetting about bat hunting and spears. He appeared a bit crestfallen, though. He rather liked her, especially because she didn't ask stupid questions or throw tantrums. She didn't know what she wanted to be, and that was the best kind of person to work with. They weren't locked into some silly future dream involving three job professions (ballerina, veterinarian and mommy... for example) and had a thirst for life. At least Yuna did. Her's was a patient but eager mind.

He rubbed the back of his neck with a palm. "Seriously, if you want to leave, you can. I can take you back at any time. You'll retain your knowledge of the things you learned, mostly because no one would believe you if you told them you were deep underground on a rock floating outside of reality alongside a bunch of dead World War II British soldiers. That's why we don't bother to modify memories."

Aegis smiled and his masked whirred to reflect it "That sound nice." He said only now Naomi's intentions begin to dawn on him. Truth be told his mind was in a different place worrying about a variety of people and things currently happening under his watch. However Naomi's suggestion snapped him out of his tunnel vision haze and back to the present, a place he hated to dwell too much on.

Naomi's expression brightened. She liked the Luxan group. She couldn't put her finger on it, but they felt comfortable to be around. Her lack of experience robbed her of understanding the intense darkness and churning madness. Were she asked to sum them up, she'd probably fall back on simple, childish things and say Luxans are like a mysterious wad of black string in a pocket that's gone through a wash cycle... gnarled and knotted and all tangled up, but you stick your hand in the pocket and feel the texture and it delights your fingertips as you try to puzzle out exactly what they are.

Naomi was odd. Very little of what she thought made any sense of all, and most of it was quite contrary. Swith had thought about getting counseling for her, but Arthur was always so busy and the little godling would probably spend each session hugging the poor bastard and telling him how much she loved him. Swith wasn't about to pay good money for that.

And so Naomi... pure-hearted and kind and loving even if she did once turn a zombie inside out because she wanted to see if his organs were still working... looked up at Aegis and smiled in delight when he accepted her offer. She stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out a purple wrapped rectangle, depositing it into his hand. It wasn't that street variety of snow. This was uncut, 100% pure and as white and pearly as can be. Fuck Columbia. You haven't hit the ceiling until you've hit Chaos.

"And now for coffee?" she asked, not even realizing that one doesn't just hand out gifts like this in the halls (Minerva had wagged a finger at her, but Naomi really didn't understand why these things should be kept in secret.)

"Well unfortunately dear he has not come through here, I wish he would of though, be nice to hear from him." She paused for a moment before switching over the subject. "Now I knew he had a cat for a daughter, but I never knew that he would eventually have children. The kind that involves actual physical work rather then brain work. Not trying to talk down to my son or anything, just... Surprised."

--

"Things will be better now that you are awake. Hopefully. Anyway, I am out hear drinking coffee and thinking." He then moved away from the door and headed back to his seat.

It was something in how Ms. Thriller had expressed her opinion of Cornelius that caused Charumati to momentarily draw upon her own absurd imagination. Hey, she was Chaos. 'Physical work' + 'having children' immediately made the poor creature think of procreation itself. Well, the act of procreating. Thriller, as romantic as he was, wasn't an overly naughty person but Ms. Thriller had conjured up an image of him just flopped on the bed like a dead fish. Well, dear Swith, let's make a baby... but I hope you don't mind if I play Sudoku in my head while you're enjoying yourself.

She suppressed a grin. It was his hesitancy and gentle nature that she appreciated most. He did quite well with the physical work, thank you very much Ma Thriller.

Then it clicked in Charumati's head. Of course the woman meant the effort of raising children. Didn't she? Wait. That didn't sound right. Maybe the woman had never thought that Cornelius would settle down long enough to start a family? Charumati became even more confused.

"Er... physical work?" she asked uncertainly.

--

Xanthe yawned and stretched, brushing off the lingering cobwebs from her nightmare. She folded her wings and followed Lucius into the kitchen area.

"Coffee is good. By the way, any recommendations for these?" One wing extended. The flight feathers were still damaged from the ice/heat attack.

Aegis took the packet holding it up to the pits of his eye to examine. He found it ironic that someone as pure as Naomi was able to get their hands on something this pure and uploaded the thought to a data base of interesting thoughts.

“Yes lets.” He replied “where would you recommend? My work keeps me out of the cities more vibrant area’s so I’m not as familiar with them as I should be.” He normally had to stick to back alleys. Sewers and magical transportation when moving in the city which didn’t offer him much time to explore. He frequently learned about the various happenings and places in the city from his underlings or Primordial who enjoyed any opportunity he could find to write up papers on nonsense.

Naomi was a perplexing topic in his eyes, as her status as a godling set Aegis on edge. While her personality should have relaxed him to a stable middle ground, Luxan (and more importantly Lovecraftian) philosophy warned against trusting foreign gods, and acting in any way towards them that wasn’t reverence. So he always had the strange morale conflict of whether to assassinate her as a potential threat or to worship her in hopes of not being brutally murdered.

[Torsiedelle]

"Well, there is some more minor work to be done on my part, but I can do that on my own when I go to bed. For now, I'm up for whatever.", Katya replied, sitting back normally and brushing her hair out of her face. "So, what do you want to get? I'll pay for mine, 'Kay?"

.....

Hmmph, Torii at least expected to be noticed by now. The teenager sat alone at a table near the coffee machine, taking the occasional sip of her tea and checking her phone. It was true that Tsu was starting to spend less time with her again, but not responding to a text or phone call? That was definitely strange. Just what was going on with that girl?

Torii felt ridiculous, with her head on the table, texting away, only to get no reply. She really hoped Gio wouldn't step in and break them up...she had so much riding on her and her girlfriend, she couldn't stand the thought of being separated....

Maybe, she thought, she should just stop thinking about it and go find something else to do. She'd definitely see Tsu later. She knew it.

Yoshi took his mail and walked into the communal kitchen to grab a cup of tea from the SCP machine, he had not seen what had happened to Tieria the last time that he had used it. He noticed Torii with her head on the table, phone next to her and he raised an eyebrow. "Tora?" he asked in the soft, gentle voice that he was so famous for. "Tora, what's wrong?"

A sigh escaped her mouth, and she picked her head up, simultaneously snatching the phone closer to her. Pleasantly surprised to see Yoshi here, the girl couldn't help but smile for a second, before twisting her face into a frown again, the thought still kicking at her.

"Oh, I can't seem to get a hold of my girlfriend. I mean, she didn't respond at her door, earlier, but I guess that's normal, because she's probably not around much anyway. But this is just weird...she's not responding to texts or calls. She always responds to a text or phone call, so I'm a little worried."

A tinge of sadness flickered in her eye, then curiosity.

"What do you think? Could something be wrong, or maybe she's just busy? I thought we were going to go out sometime, but if we can't get in touch..."

[Urran]

Ah, the Tsu thing again. Poor little Torii always seemed to get abandoned by people. At least, that's how it seemed to Yoshi. He pulled up a seat and sat next to the girl, trying to think up some reasons why Tsu might not be responding to Tora. He guessed that it was time to play, "big brother Yoshi" again, not that he minded at all. "Well, maybe she is on a mission somewhere, and she can't tell you because it's super secret." He said with a grin. He was happy that he had thought of something. He was usually bad at coming up with hypothetical situations like this.

[Torsiedelle]

Ah, the Tsu thing again. Poor little Torii always seemed to get abandoned by people. At least, that's how it seemed to Yoshi. He pulled up a seat and sat next to the girl, trying to think up some reasons why Tsu might not be responding to Tora. He guessed that it was time to play, "big brother Yoshi" again, not that he minded at all. "Well, maybe she is on a mission somewhere, and she can't tell you because it's super secret." He said with a grin. He was happy that he had thought of something. He was usually bad at coming up with hypothetical situations like this.

"Well, her sisters did once tell me about....well, maybe that could be the case.", Torii thought. Deep down, that made her a little more worried, but at least it was some sort of explanation. But...

"But it sounds kinda....why would it be Tsu, of all people? I mean, when I was supposed to be in a war when I was younger, I wasn't actually supposed to be fighting, but just reload guns and work on equipment. I fought when there was danger to me. Why would Tsu be chosen to do that, when she's my age? I think if she had to do that, her older sisters would do it instead, ya know?"

Playing off of her memory. Well, maybe Tsu was different from Tora in their experience, she didn't know much about Tsu's homeland, but still, if even she was just a helper, then maybe Tsu was too...she doubted anyone would send a sixteen year-old on a secret mission.

[Urran]

Yoshi thought for a moment, yeah, that was stupid. Tsu was exactly the brightest bulb in the box either. If her age didn't disqualify her from secrets missions, THAT would. "Well..." Yoshi fell silent and placed a hand on the girls shoulder. "Maybe she had to go home on short notice?" He didn't know much about Tsu's homeland or WHY she would have to go home, but it was the only other thing that he could think of other than maybe she was avoiding Torii, but he refused to put that thought in the girls head.

[Torsiedelle]

Yoshi thought for a moment, yeah, that was stupid. Tsu was exactly the brightest bulb in the box either. If her age didn't disqualify her from secrets missions, THAT would. "Well..." Yoshi fell silent and placed a hand on the girls shoulder. "Maybe she had to go home on short notice?" He didn't know much about Tsu's homeland or WHY she would have to go home, but it was the only other thing that he could think of other than maybe she was avoiding Torii, but he refused to put that thought in the girls head.

"hmmm....Maybe."

But Torii thought that her parents were dead. Maybe it was a cousin, or distant aunt? It would make sense, but still, she could at least leave a note. It made Torii feel dumb to get no answer, or to talk so sweetly about the girl in front of people who knew that they hardly even talked anymore.

But, it's not like Tsu was specifically avoiding her either. It seemed like total isolation, and that didn't sound healthy at all. That's something that Gio would probably have something to say about, if she was told later on. Then, could Torii really tell Gio? She said that Torii and Tsu would be done with ASAP if she had to step in again. Torii couldn't really think about that...

But then again, maybe it was just a short-notice leave for some purpose. She still felt uneasy, but Torii felt that she could somewhat accept this explanation for now, and her face shown a little relief. "Yea, I know tsu. Hehe, she ain't one for bein' bright, so she probably just forgot to leave a note or somethin'. I'm sure she'll be back soon with her sisters, and then I can go ask her out sometime."

[Urran]

Yoshi only sighed. He knew deep down in his heart that the light was fading on their relationship, but he didn't have the heart to tell Torii. He needed some way to cheer her up. "You missed my birthday you know, do you want to go and get an icecream?" he asked. Ice cream made everything better; to Yoshi, this was a scientific fact. Ice cream was like happiness in frozen form, expecially when sharing it with someone that you love. He swatted his ponytail off of his shoulder to get it off of his neck.

[The Damnatius]

{Several Days Later}

Calvin walked through the streets, a bag in tow behind him. Fairly light, it was full of basic necessities he had procured since his undue arrival. His arm in a sling and bandages still upon his faces, though faded with time passed, he was in a state of recovery. He was still getting used to sunny days and clear skies, rain and weather, things he grew up without. The people were so superficial, and the world was so... well... old fashioned. Cars, bound to the streets, Cities in small clusters rather than planet-wide sprawls, and the closest fathoming of space travel being low or sub-orbit rockets. Adjusting was... difficult. What money he had on him was of no use here, the only thing which saved him from poverty being the simplicity of the banking machines, how easily his wrist-bound CCD could bypass nigh all security measures. He knew it may be wrong, but he would be damned if he went without a smoke for more than a day, and he was a bit hungry.

So now, with some things to his name once more (Clothes and basic hygiene materials, of what he could recognize), he was heading towards his new home in this strange place. They called it Earth, which sounded vaguely familiar to him, but he could hardly recall his history classes nowadays, they served no use to him any way, or so they didn't at the time, now they might have proven more than useful. Either way, there was no return to the past.. or the future... or wherever he came from relative to here. He pressed on, glaring suspiciously at any and all who passed him by until he found the building he'd been searching for. Checking the address he'd written down, it was confirmed. He grabbed the bag with his good arm, lugging it up the well-kept steps, then fumbling with the door as he entered the lobby. He look around, it was much nicer than his old apartment, likely because it wasn't as old as dirt, and well maintained, from what he could see. Of course, there was always the assumption that the further back in time you go, the better made everything was, but there were some good arguments against that, but the concept had been around for longer than anybody could recall, invalidating it would be a pointless struggle.

Just a bit tired and cranky from his journey from store-to-god-damn-store because there seemed to lack any sort of commercial center, he took a seat. Laying his head back, he stared upwards at the ceiling, it's small, almost unnoticeable, intricate designs overpowered by a rather grand crystal chandelier. He then recalled to the marvelous, glossy, granite floor, and rather fine furnishings about the large space. The subtle intricacies which dressed the space were certainly welcoming, but strange to Calvin. He certainly paid not at all a fraction of the costs a place such as this would seem to feed upon to keep itself in check, then again, he could simply be mistaking the costs of the time, for all he knew, he paid top dollar, and someone seriously gouged the prices of some of the things in his luggage right now. With that in mind, a small burst of rage overcame him, but it was settled as soon as it began to grow. He refocused on ceiling, white and clean, free of troubles, and so was he, now anyway.

After several minutes of staring at absolutely nothing, saying absolutely nothing, and being a completely useless sack of shit to society, he moved. Having become another piece of furniture in the room to the desk clerk, she took especial notice to his disturbance of the placid background to her everyday work environment, looking away from her screen as he approached.

"Hey, um, Nivarlane, unit 34?" He said in a low voice, pressing his hands upon the counter, looking over her, judging the subtle details of her face. He was taken aback by the tremendous, clunky machine she operated, something he hadn't noticed until now, with a monitor half as thick as his wrist, thick and thin wires sprouting out it's back and trailing under the desk to some sort of arcane computing machine. Wielding a small, linked device, she clicked a series of times, looking over a list of names, disgruntled by him having disturbed her, how dare he make her do her job. Looking back to him, he wheeled her chair around, opening a large drawer of small cards, filing through them briskly. Retrieving one, she rolled back over to her machine, handing him the card.

"Third floor" were the only words she said, promptly dismissing him and returning to whatever it was she did all day in utter silence. Calvin cursed her under his breath, wheeling away his belongings to what he assumed was a vertical lift to traverse the height of the building. He had yet to see another soul, which he was more than okay with. He hated people in 43607, and he would continue on hating them now.


(OOC: By 'Seven Days Later' it is in terms of when my character arrived on Earth, several days before right now.)

[Torsiedelle]

Yoshi only sighed. He knew deep down in his heart that the light was fading on their relationship, but he didn't have the heart to tell Torii. He needed some way to cheer her up. "You missed my birthday you know, do you want to go and get an icecream?" he asked. Ice cream made everything better; to Yoshi, this was a scientific fact. Ice cream was like happiness in frozen form, expecially when sharing it with someone that you love. He swatted his ponytail off of his shoulder to get it off of his neck.

She missed Yoshi's birthday?

That hit Torii a bit hard, and diverted her attention from Tsu. She felt bad about this...

But she was also happy that Yoshi had given the offer. This wasn't an idle conversation, or going to the shooting range, but getting a treat with someone she looked up to, and that sounded really nice to her. Besides, she felt like she could at least make up for missing out of his birthday like an idiot.

"Sure thing, I'd love to get some ice cream!", Torii replied, as chipper as ever, and her face reflected it. "And I'm very sorry for missing it. If I had the chance, I would've stayed the entire day."

She shifted and sat upright, taking her tea in her left hand, and took a few steps beside Yoshi.

[Germanic Templars]

"Well unfortunately dear he has not come through here, I wish he would of though, be nice to hear from him." She paused for a moment before switching over the subject. "Now I knew he had a cat for a daughter, but I never knew that he would eventually have children. The kind that involves actual physical work rather then brain work. Not trying to talk down to my son or anything, just... Surprised."

--

"Things will be better now that you are awake. Hopefully. Anyway, I am out hear drinking coffee and thinking." He then moved away from the door and headed back to his seat.

It was something in how Ms. Thriller had expressed her opinion of Cornelius that caused Charumati to momentarily draw upon her own absurd imagination. Hey, she was Chaos. 'Physical work' + 'having children' immediately made the poor creature think of procreation itself. Well, the act of procreating. Thriller, as romantic as he was, wasn't an overly naughty person but Ms. Thriller had conjured up an image of him just flopped on the bed like a dead fish. Well, dear Swith, let's make a baby... but I hope you don't mind if I play Sudoku in my head while you're enjoying yourself.

She suppressed a grin. It was his hesitancy and gentle nature that she appreciated most. He did quite well with the physical work, thank you very much Ma Thriller.

Then it clicked in Charumati's head. Of course the woman meant the effort of raising children. Didn't she? Wait. That didn't sound right. Maybe the woman had never thought that Cornelius would settle down long enough to start a family? Charumati became even more confused.

"Er... physical work?" she asked uncertainly.

--

Xanthe yawned and stretched, brushing off the lingering cobwebs from her nightmare. She folded her wings and followed Lucius into the kitchen area.

"Coffee is good. By the way, any recommendations for these?" One wing extended. The flight feathers were still damaged from the ice/heat attack.

"You know already, it's how you made your kids, right?" She chuckled. She found this Swith person a rather amusing, but interesting character.

--

He looked at the wings and nodded. "Come'ere." He said as he motioned her to come towards him.

---

The thing he would awaken to, just barely, would be Wren's hands clasping his hand. This feeling of no pain and a friend nearby made him smile, well not on the outside, but on the inside... Drugs, depending on the type, can be a sommab****.

Wren giggled. Barox was "there", technically. He just wasn't all there. She squeezed his hand again.

"Barox, I'll be right here. Datus is a lead weight so I'm going to sit."

She pulled a chair next to the bed, repositioned the child in her lap and then intertwined her fingers with Barox's. He'd come out of it eventually.

He inhaled for a brief moment before giving a deep sigh and a light squeeze onto her hand. He was still, rather slowly, becoming conscious but it would take a little while longer before he finally was at least somewhat aware.

[Germanic Templars]

"Well, we can at least go and see some people you might have missed for a while, and you can meet my nephew if my sister in law is home, which, on a day like this? She sill be." Natiya smiled, promising to take him to Tolya today. "If I'm right, my brother and Rachelle were going out, so Rylli'd be home with the baby. Yeah, we could do that. Or, we could see some different people too." At least, Rylli should have been home, which she was, but Natiya, being ever the romantic, was deciding on allowing her returned hero decide Normally, she'd have taken charge by now, but Aleki deserved the right to choose what he wanted to do.

"Sure thing." He replied. "It would be nice to see them all again, I mean, it has been a bit of a while. I'll get my socks and shoes on and then we can head out, okay?" He then gave a final gulp to his cup of coffee before moving on to finish his oatmeal. He never liked to waste food.

[Cerillium]

Rudolf scratched his nose. (The receptionist scratched her nose.) He was tempted to feel himself up but it would shatter the mental image the lobby had woven. Calvin's arrive had gone smoothly but Rudolf was confused by the sticky note on the desk. Demens's service indicated that another was supposed to arrive before Calvin. A female. Drow. She was due the night prior.

Demens was never wrong. It was possible the dark elf had lost her way. Reports showed her arriving near Raptor Lake yesterday morning. Had she succumbed to the snow and cold?

---

Water trickled between channels in the corrugated tin roof as the thin layer of snow melted. It seeped from small seams and fell to the cold concrete floor in little droplets which collected around the body and kept the pool of blood under it tacky.

A camera flash. Then another. The scene became captured for eternity.

"Right, boys, scrape it up and bring it downtown."

The homicide detective had been aware of disappearances. All had been people who wouldn't be missed; transients, prostitutes, drugged out wastes of humanity. The bodies were never found. This time it was different. The detective recognized it for what it was: a message.

The dead Drow's face reflected abject terror and dead eyes stared wildly at him in a mask of final prayer to her goddess. Her final moments had been brutal. #10 rebar staked wrists and ankles to the concrete so smoothly that flesh and hard surface were butter soft malleable. The body was opened as cleanly as if autopsied only there weren't any internal organs. There weren't any signs of struggle. It was as though the Drow had calmly laid down and allowed herself to become pinned. (A later autopsy would reveal absolutely no signs of struggle in the form of bruising on the back of the head, shoulders or buttocks.) She'd been alive when her organs had been removed. That much was certain. The floor still bore bloody markings where the intestines had been stretched out and set down.

Squeaky wheels announced the gurney's arrival. The detective turned away from the scene.

[Cerillium]

He inhaled for a brief moment before giving a deep sigh and a light squeeze onto her hand. He was still, rather slowly, becoming conscious but it would take a little while longer before he finally was at least somewhat aware.

"That's the spirit," Wren whispered in encouragement. She settled back in the chair to nap for a short while, Datus cuddled against her.

Her mind slipped into slumber but her processors and machine consciousness remained online and alert. Soft ticking came from her body as it began a maintenance sequence. Her head moved. Lifeless eyes scanned Barox's monitors to check vitals and then visually scanned him to determine accuracy. Levels satisfactory.

[The BranRiech]

"A home cooked meal sometime?" Marcus replied. There was little sense in asking for money when many of the parts were gained through trade with other people. "Maybe when I'm not swamped with lessons though. I only get a little personal time."

His eyes traveled the road away from the observatory and he sighed. He enjoyed his lot in life. He was tired of trying to find his father. "Hey, say Hi to Mrs. Nakanor for me?"

"Of course, Marcus. We'd love to have you over whenever you're available." Bran nodded with a smile. He looked at the box, memorizing its every feature, so they could come back for it to get it up into the truck later, but they needed the wiring first. "So, now onto the eletrical wiring, right? Yeah, that's it then, then we can finally start finishing the thing."

He seemed quite passionate about it, being the only thing he'd built by himself so far since he left the military, besides the TF guns, which he was quite content to put behind him.

But this was special. His daughter, one of the most important people in his whole world, was helping him.

"And it's Nikanor, not Nakanor!" Bran chuckled lightheartedly.

--

"i'll be fine, hey, I'll be by the door, alright?" Natiya suggested, heading over there to wait. She watched his every movement though, captivated. She'd been nothing without him while he was gone, and now that she was back, she was quick to try and forget he was ever gone.

[Germanic Templars]

He inhaled for a brief moment before giving a deep sigh and a light squeeze onto her hand. He was still, rather slowly, becoming conscious but it would take a little while longer before he finally was at least somewhat aware.

"That's the spirit," Wren whispered in encouragement. She settled back in the chair to nap for a short while, Datus cuddled against her.

Her mind slipped into slumber but her processors and machine consciousness remained online and alert. Soft ticking came from her body as it began a maintenance sequence. Her head moved. Lifeless eyes scanned Barox's monitors to check vitals and then visually scanned him to determine accuracy. Levels satisfactory.

While Barox was busy trying to make a good comeback against his strong sedatives used on him, Datus was having a dream, one that felt all too real for him...

He found himself in the growth tank, eyes closed, naked, in the fetal position with tubes running in and out of him. He could very faintly hear two individuals talking right outside his tank.. As he recalled it sounded like this;

"Tell me, this is the representative's plan to combat the renegade mutants? A child?"

"Ah, not just a child, but a child with the knowledge and know how to defeat them."

"Yes, but how, Doctor?"

"Simple, with accumulation of knowledge with added hormones and the synthetic building of neurons... Long story short he will know everything there is to science, math, language.. You name it, he will possibly know it. Hell I am confident that this young one will be able to combat that one man, er..What's his name.. Leviathan that is who."

"Well then, I guess it pays off in the end. But how is it that we prevent him from going rouge?"

"I fixed that issue with just a simple phrase."

"What is it?"

Before hearing anymore of the conversation, he found himself waking up slowly. he looked up at Wren before looking at Barox. He didn't want to disturb their sleep, but he wanted to do something.. He looked at his toy and studied it some more, seeing what he could improve on it.

---

"i'll be fine, hey, I'll be by the door, alright?" Natiya suggested, heading over there to wait. She watched his every movement though, captivated. She'd been nothing without him while he was gone, and now that she was back, she was quick to try and forget he was ever gone.

After finishing his oatmeal, he placed his dirty dishes in the sink before heading back to his room. He came out with his socks and shoes on and was quick to meet back up with Natiya. "I'm ready now."

[Swith Witherward]

"You know already, it's how you made your kids, right?" She chuckled. She found this Swith person a rather amusing, but interesting character.

--

He looked at the wings and nodded. "Come'ere." He said as he motioned her to come towards him.

She giggled. Well, of course she knew, but still.

"You didn't expect him to settle down and start a family?" Charumati asked.

--

Xanthe picked up a mug of coffee and approached Lucius. Embarrassed by the state of her feathers, she offered a small smile and then hesitantly moved her wing so he could see it better.

Aegis took the packet holding it up to the pits of his eye to examine. He found it ironic that someone as pure as Naomi was able to get their hands on something this pure and uploaded the thought to a data base of interesting thoughts.

“Yes lets.” He replied “where would you recommend? My work keeps me out of the cities more vibrant area’s so I’m not as familiar with them as I should be.” He normally had to stick to back alleys. Sewers and magical transportation when moving in the city which didn’t offer him much time to explore. He frequently learned about the various happenings and places in the city from his underlings or Primordial who enjoyed any opportunity he could find to write up papers on nonsense.

Naomi was a perplexing topic in his eyes, as her status as a godling set Aegis on edge. While her personality should have relaxed him to a stable middle ground, Luxan (and more importantly Lovecraftian) philosophy warned against trusting foreign gods, and acting in any way towards them that wasn’t reverence. So he always had the strange morale conflict of whether to assassinate her as a potential threat or to worship her in hopes of not being brutally murdered.

"Tim Hortons?" Naomi asked, oblivious to Aegis' thoughts. "It's not too far from here and they have pumpkin doughnut holes this time of year."

She was absolutely delighted that he'd taken her up on the offer. Naomi has recently begun to question if she were invisible. Ceril was always working, Fortu and Arthur had lives now, and Bones and his brothers were far away. She smiled at Aegis, gratitude in her eyes.

"I wouldn't leave. I've learned so much in one day, who's to say I won't learn even more with staying through this?" Yuna asked. "I was just wondering, since you said the only way out would kill me. I was intrigued." She said, smiling generously. What was also going through her mind, was memorizing the corridors they were going through. "But hunting, let's get to that, shall we? Small spears."

Will's face reflected relief.

"Alright then, to the weapons locker!"

He brought her down yet another corridor which should have intersected with the original corridor but didn't. The "weapons locker" turned out to be a disorganized room filled with weapons from all eras in no particular grouping. Spears they had, and plenty to choose from.

Will pointed to a small area where the long weapons were gathered like kindling. Some rested on tables, others were bundled together by fabric ties, and others were set on the floor. All were gathering dust. The room was hardly used.

[The Damnatius]

Calvin entered the elevator, glad to finally have a place to sleep than motels, wretched things they were. Too many a night had he spent to get used to low-class living in this society, he'd much rather retake his place in the lower-middle, than the upper-lower, or however the hell people designated themselves anymore. He walked down a short hallway, passing three other doors to what he presumed to be his new neighbors, damn them to hell if they even do as much as disturb his peace. Disregarding such foreboding thoughts, he was swift to enter his new home and retreat before he was spotted by the meet n' greet crew. Of course, he was expectant of them to find him, should they exist. He was terribly apprehensive about most things, big or small, something bad was bound to happen.

This was how Calvin lived his life, and he had no plans of changing that because he was forcibly relocated to the times when men still abused the dinosaurs that once walked the earth. He made himself aware of the condition of his space; it was nothing short of adequate, a few design choices he would never have made, but he was not an artist nor interior designer, so this would more than suffice. He threw his belongings on the bed, and began sorting his clothes and belongings, much of which still in the near-exact state it had been when he left the store it came from. Drawers slid and slammed open and close as he organized and reorganized as he saw fit.

Zipping the empty bag closed and putting it aside, he sat upon his bed, inspecting the scene. It was still bare, empty, hardly home, but it would take a while for him to settle. He felt a short-lived burst of longing for his real home, but suppressed it with common sense; His 'real' home was likely hundreds of thousands of light years away, battered and burned, swallowed in hellish flames and creatures of obscure, horrific nature. It was a miracle he even survived the event, let alone was able to reestablish himself so solidly once more. These simple thought cleansed him of all regret, and he fell back fully atop the bed. The room felt darker now, and the coolness of the mattress soothed him. He was tired, and so he slept.

[Germanic Templars]

"You know already, it's how you made your kids, right?" She chuckled. She found this Swith person a rather amusing, but interesting character.

--

He looked at the wings and nodded. "Come'ere." He said as he motioned her to come towards him.

She giggled. Well, of course she knew, but still.

"You didn't expect him to settle down and start a family?" Charumati asked.

--

Xanthe picked up a mug of coffee and approached Lucius. Embarrassed by the state of her feathers, she offered a small smile and then hesitantly moved her wing so he could see it better.

"Well I knew he started a family with just his daughter, but I didn't know he would later go on in life to marry a beautiful woman and have two kids and end up having grandchildren as well."

--

He gently pulled the wing a bit closer. He softly motion his hand over the burned marks of the wing. And with his healthy ability of healing, his hand as it brushed over the wounds, healed them.

[The BranRiech]

A hop, skip, and an elevator to the first floor later, and Natiya was knocking on the bomb shelter door, Aleki by her side. "Rylli, you home?"

A few seconds later, the door, as usual, like it'd done so many times before, slid open for the two. Rylli was holding the remote in her hands as she sat on the couch, droning out on TV at the moment. Tolya was in a crib off to the side of the room, after Bran had jerry-rigged locking wheels to the thing. It was quite sturdy though, per Bran's standards.

"Hey, Natiya, you bring someone over?" Rylli shouted from the living room. She couldn't see her sister-in-law, but knew it was her.

--

"Alright, we're going to need something small. Large spears wouldn't work too well for something as small as a bat, but we still need some long ones." Yuna explained, and while she was never good at this, she could still hit a moving target fairly well. "We're not harvesting farm-raised bats, so they won't be as easy to catch here, unless you do happen to have a bat farm."

She was still thinking about how badly WIll wanted her to stay. Nothing in the world (Except for her parents showing up to drag her out) would get her to leave, because she found no reason to.

[Urran]

Yoshi smiled and stood up. Even if she had missed his REAL birthday, at least she was there now, right? "I'm sure that the market district would have a place that we could get it, and maybe we could go to the fish market? I need to buy groceries." he chuckled. It was true, he had eaten the last of his sand perch the other day as nimono. He needed more food. After smoothing out a few wrinkles in his kimono he began to lead Tora out of the kitchen and into the lobby. He eye sparkled like it did when he was happy, and so he was. He had gotten paid,his books were selling well, one of them might even make the nest seller list, he had gotten his own column in the paper, and he was spending time with Tora. Things were looking up for him.

--

Tieria continued to drum his fingers on the metal walls he was trapped in. He let out a heavy sigh as he thought of an escape plan from his prison. "Well, if I could reach my fusion cutter I might be able to cut my way out, but I CAN'T reach it because my flailing around knocked it out of my reach. Darn it Tieria!"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Good morning Tina," Caroline chimed as she walked into the kitchen. She poured two cups and gave the top of the coffee maker an affectionate pat. "Keep it warm, we'll be back for more!"

Caroline returned to the bedroom and placed both cups on the bedside table. She watched Johnathan go about his dressing, amused by his vast selection of identical garments. She grinned at him in his half-dressed state and then playfully tackled him onto the bed with a soft growl.

Tina squeed quietly at the pat for her work. "My pleasure." she answered.

Jonathan was taken by surprise and fell limp onto the bed as he laughed. "Oh, aren't you exited this morning sexy." he jested with a smile and a soft kiss. He wondered what the day would hold for them, and in the back of his mind he felt something move out of place. There was something not right someplace else. But he would deal with that later, right now he spent his time with her. And the happiness she brought pushed those feelings of displacement back further into the recesses of his mind.

[Swith Witherward]

"Well I knew he started a family with just his daughter, but I didn't know he would later go on in life to marry a beautiful woman and have two kids and end up having grandchildren as well."

--

He gently pulled the wing a bit closer. He softly motion his hand over the burned marks of the wing. And with his healthy ability of healing, his hand as it brushed over the wounds, healed them.

Charumat blushed profusely at Ms. Thriller's comment. For a while, she was worried the woman wouldn't like her. She wasn't exactly a human.

"Thank you," she smiled. "He's been a good father, too."

She gave her thoughts a poke and found the question she wanted to ask. "What was Cornelius like when he was younger?"

--

"Eh?" Xanthe turned her head to examine the wing. She extended it and noticed the repairs, and she clapped. "Oh, wonderful! Thank you!"

Stray feathers fluttered across the floor as she gave the wing a good sweep. Then she turned and offered the other damaged wing to him, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Alright, we're going to need something small. Large spears wouldn't work too well for something as small as a bat, but we still need some long ones." Yuna explained, and while she was never good at this, she could still hit a moving target fairly well. "We're not harvesting farm-raised bats, so they won't be as easy to catch here, unless you do happen to have a bat farm."

She was still thinking about how badly WIll wanted her to stay. Nothing in the world (Except for her parents showing up to drag her out) would get her to leave, because she found no reason to.

"Bat farm? We have something like that. Want to see?"

Will wasn't sure if their bat farm was anything like what Yuna was thinking of, but it was worth the visit. He selected a few spears that matched her requirement although they wouldn't need them at the farm.

[The BranRiech]

"Bat farm? We have something like that. Want to see?"

Will wasn't sure if their bat farm was anything like what Yuna was thinking of, but it was worth the visit. He selected a few spears that matched her requirement although they wouldn't need them at the farm.

"Sure thing, I suppose we have all day, correct. Although I assume there's things that you'd like to get to at some point, right? I mean, I never wanted to be a Teacher's Assistant, but I guess that when I'm old and senile, I'll end up teaching someone, well, not that you're old and senile, but when I am." Yuna giggled, still holding onto her weapon of choice. For some reason or the other, because she'd been raised using them, Yuna never took onto guns. Well, she never took onto weapons in general, but if there was one she'd choose. It'd be the spear.

[Cerillium]

"Of course, Marcus. We'd love to have you over whenever you're available." Bran nodded with a smile. He looked at the box, memorizing its every feature, so they could come back for it to get it up into the truck later, but they needed the wiring first. "So, now onto the eletrical wiring, right? Yeah, that's it then, then we can finally start finishing the thing."

He seemed quite passionate about it, being the only thing he'd built by himself so far since he left the military, besides the TF guns, which he was quite content to put behind him.

But this was special. His daughter, one of the most important people in his whole world, was helping him.

"And it's Nikanor, not Nakanor!" Bran chuckled lightheartedly.

--

"i'll be fine, hey, I'll be by the door, alright?" Natiya suggested, heading over there to wait. She watched his every movement though, captivated. She'd been nothing without him while he was gone, and now that she was back, she was quick to try and forget he was ever gone.

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Marcus nodded. The tech priests were already loading the wire spools onto his truck. There were small spools set beside it as well.

"Can't do anything without wires," the young man chuckled. "You have enough there to run wire through ten fuselages!"

---

Wren, herself, remained asleep even while her systems ran.

The small orb had a few areas that could be upgraded. That is to say, they had room to add things. There was also a "voice" component that appeared to not be activated at all.

[Yieston]

Jody carried her suitcase into the lobby of the apartment. She had packed relatively light as this would be a new permanent base of operations, equipped with it's own supplies. The lobby looked extremely extravagant with titled glossy marble flooring and a chandelier lighting up the room. Proceeding to the reception desk, she noticed a stack of lease papers along with a pen, located right on the table. She quickly filled out the form and handed it to the receptionist, who then supplied her with a key. Immediately after, she made her way over to the lifts before ascending towards her the floor of which her apartment room was situated in. Arriving at the door of her apartment building, she fumbled with the lock with the key until it gave way. Gently pushing the door aside, she lifted her luggage in with her before letting the door close by itself. Tired of the day's travelling, she hung her overcoat on the coat rack before lying down on the bed to get some rest.