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Postby The Damnatius » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:06 pm

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:NVE attended the meeting despite his objections, Gretta was still preoccupied with defrosting Neil. In the Communal Dining Room he saw many of the inferior mammals and the ones that thought they knew him. Arthur was there as well, the slippery raptor-man grinned at NVE still never giving a clue to whose side he was on while remaining very helpful. The two sat together lighting what they smoked, for NVE it was a pipe, and Arthur a cigarette. They paid no mind to the two strangers that sat down across from them. NVE dismissed them as "typical inferior mammals" while Arthur almost thought he smelled something familiar, but it could have been anyone in a room with this crowd.


Calvin was relieved to see that this area permitted smoking, or so he thought. His own crave warped the normal safeguards that his better judgement established, and he was compelled to light up himself. Of course, perhaps taking note from beings that appeared as such strange and fantastical creatures was a bit naive, but he was truly getting desperate. He pulled out a small stick himself and lit it with the same lighter he had always used, even before getting here. Battle damaged by many things, crash included, it was one of the few things in any world that he considered a 'lucky charm' in direct spite of his own lackluster and mundane personality.

He was cautious how he smoked, only slightly afraid that maybe they were in the wrong and now he was to, but the pent up feelings and slowly building stress flowed like great rivers, and he felt much better. He slowly began noting certain people in the room, capturing their facial features and logging them for future reference. A precautionary move on his part in case they turned out to be psychopaths and he needed to avoid them whenever possible, wherever possible.
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Postby Urran » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:21 pm

Upon hearing that the meeting was actually being held in the communal dining room, Yoshi, Blossom, and Tieria scurried into said location. Tieria leaned, pouting against a wall, Yoshi sat on the floor, and blossom floated above everyone's heads. They all waited patiently for the meeting to start
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Postby Erucia » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:40 pm

The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:
"Please remain seated while the railcar is in motion..." The Nurse-Bot asked as the door sealed. The two other investors looked up from their distractions as the tour began The door ahead opened as the railcar silently and smoothly passed through a ring of nozzles that sprayed the exterior of the railcar with a gaseous antiseptic.

"Welcome to Eldritch Medical, founded in 2013, right here in Bielefeld, we are the number 2 domestic supplier of Artificial Organs. Established by our visionary CEO, Dr. Martin Fortu, our philosophy is to give those in need legs to stand on...sometimes literally!" the nurse-bot said, adding a prerecorded laugh, as they entered the factory floor.

It was as clean and white as the rest of the place, with robotic assembly lines and small growing tanks similar to the ones used to grow Ray's body, but way smaller and shinier wit smooth white plastic casing where greasy angular metal would have been if it had been built by any other.

"As you can see, the manufacturing process is completely automated to cut costs down to make these organs affordable to as many that need them. In addition to keeping the equipment 100% sterile to eliminate chances of contamination. In fact this very railcar is kept on a negative pressure to avoid contamination by tour groups." the nurse bot continued.

"What quality assurance procedures do you have to make sure that you aren't shipping out defective replacements that could be dangerous to the users?" The Robot Investor asked.

"Everything shipped out passes through 4 sets of scanners on independent systems. Two sets are made here, and the other two are bought from separate contractors to ensure that if we make an error the others will catch them. 10% of everything manufactured is randomly selected for more rigorous QA tests for weaknesses and flaws." the Nurse-bot replied with it's fixed smile.

Ray looked on at occurrences going on outside of the railcar while listening in to the nurse-bot's speech. The anti-septic sprayers, robotic assembly lines: they all seemed so incredibly high-tech, and even as if they were something to be found in a spy movie villain's moon base lair. Which probably applied to the raptors once again. Ray could probably make a few memes out of the raptors if he wanted, although the tugging voice in his head told him to focus on the surroundings.

He did, however, wonder what could have been grown inside of the tanks. Aside from the obvious, of course. It was a strange feeling, wondering if something else was going on. There wasn't much use or credence in becoming a conspiracy theorist suddenly, but Ray could hardly be blamed for inserting the raptor meme.

One question that he did have, when listening in to the nurse-bot's spell of words, was how exactly all of the things in the facility were actually kept sterile and clean to 100% of a margin. Not every germ could have been kept dead, could it? It had to be a bit of corporate-speak, but at the same time, the future-technology issue entered. And if Ray asked of it, he would probably be assured of it being 100% clean. And likely not only get a few stares from his fellow 'tourists', but also from the nurse-bot. It was really just unnecessary questioning, so Ray kept his mouth shut on the question.

But the other question that soon entered his mind was on Fortu: that nurse-bot said that he founded the company. Quite the assurance that there would be some data on where he was inside the facility, but once again, there were no assurances here. Perhaps he could ask about Fortu? Maybe not the big questions so soon, but he could ease his way into it (hopefully without attracting too much attention).

"What sort of experience has Dr. Fortu had within the field? How much of the facility was built in his vision?", Ray raised a hand in question, trying to remain straight-faced.
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Postby Swith Witherward » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:42 pm

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Chrys yelped in surprise as she whirled in a neat half-orbit through the air. "Yes! Yes I will," she assented in a voice made higher by surprise and amusement and shared contentment. Yet for all that, she knew her past was likely as colored as his was. The childhood among people who, too often, fought and bled and broke and died. The desire to rise above that, and above those who would force others to die before their time. And so much else about her, in the nearly two millennia that she'd lived - even she was hard-pressed to remember it all. The one solid thread under it all? Stability was what she'd searched for, and it was only right that she now help Hans find it for himself.

The brush of his lips on her forehead brought her back to reality and she turned to face him, her left to his right. She batted the jacket sleeve up in the air; it arced and landed across her hair, out of the way. With a last glance down into the depths of his hammerspace pocket, she shifted and took his hand.

"You're alive, and I know where my socks are." A brilliant, flashing smile crossed her face as she slid her boots partway off to reveal the pair Hans had given her.

"We have great socks," Hans laughed anew, delighted that she was wearing them.

His hand squeezed hers reassuringly and then he drew her to him. It would have been an epic kiss, but time was pressing and Hans knew better than to cross that boundary before she was ready. She said she'd need to talk to her mate first, and that was how it needed to be.

Instead, he picked her up as Luce had done so many times prior, and over his shoulder she went.

"Bane discussion," he addressed her posterior as it was closest to his face. "Don't want to miss it, my dear."

With that, he galloped off to the building, only setting her down once they were outside the dining room doorway.


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"Don't worry, Swith, I'll tell my boy that you came through here looking for him. Now have a nice day now. " She gave a small nod and a smile on her last sentence.
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"Nothing much really, I mean, small things off in the distance of space, as in, far from Earth as possible in another universe."

Charumati smiled and then leaned over and kissed Ms. Thriller's cheek. "Thank you," she replied.

The heavenly winds were beginning to pick up. It was time to go. Elohim was patient but his angels could be a right pain in the arse. She vanished out the gates and traveled back through a thread to reach the apartment once again.

Sapphire appeared to be asleep still. Charumati summoned Chi to watch the twins and then left word that Sapphire was welcome to join the group downstairs in the dining room.

She concealed herself in mortal form and hastened to the meeting. It was already starting to fill up in the dining room. She found a table and saved a seat for Ogoti.

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"That almost sounds like you've been up to no good," Xanthe teased. "Have you?"

Footsteps in the hallway drew her attention and a single piece of paper was thrust under their apartment door. She picked it up, read it and sighed. "Looks like there's a meeting."
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Postby Germanic Templars » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:49 pm

The BranRiech wrote:"Well hey! There's a plus then, right?" Rylli grinned. She didn't know Aleki all too well, having met him a few times, but this was quite a treat, seeing them both together like this made her smile, reminding her of Bran. "Well, the husband's out with the daughter, working on that crazy project of theirs that I refuse to fly if they finish it." She said. "But that's alright, Tolya's more than enough of a project for me to take on. He's right over there in the crib, if you want to say hi or something."

Natiya nudged Aleki, and pointed to it.



Aleki looked at the crib and thought a bit on it for a while, he then came up with a response. "I'll wait on it for a moment to see him, little guy ain't going anywhere anytime soon, so yea."




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"Well I was having a dream, I then woke up. then after that I started to examine my object, after that while observing it I blanked out for I do not know how long. I shrugged it off though thinking it was nothing and went back to observing. After a while my head started to hurt a little, a few minutes later it started hurting even more." He explained fully.

Barox made an attempt to squeeze his hand but it came out a bit light. Again he tried to mumble something, though due to it being only one word it sounded close to "yes".

"Hmm," Wren frowned.

She really didn't know what sort of genetic tinkering they'd done to the boy. Was it common for him to strain himself when focusing too hard on something? She looked at Barox and then down the hall.

"Let's have the pediatrician check you out," she said, "just to be safe. I don't want you blowing a blood vessel while in my care. Your Dr. Smith would never forgive me.

Wren squeezed Barox's hand and then moved to the phone. She asked the switchboard to page one of the surgeons VitalWrench frequently networked with. She sat down again and sighed.

"For now, just rest. Don't focus on anything, Datus." She drew him closer to her and planted a kiss on the top of his head.


The little child nodded and waited for what will come next. While we would wait, he would sit in his spot while glancing around the room, observing his surroundings a little better.




Meanwhile back at the apartment again, Levi and J'aluk arrived at the meeting supposedly going to take place. Levi, who wanted no part on it but was forced to go thanks to J'aluk not knowing much people, kept to himself with a low profile.

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Postby Cerillium » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:53 pm

Ogoti and one of Fritz' cultists took their seats at Swith's table. Both looked to Minerva and Klaus.

"Another fine adventure," the cultist mumbled.
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Postby Germanic Templars » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:54 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:
"That almost sounds like you've been up to no good," Xanthe teased. "Have you?"

Footsteps in the hallway drew her attention and a single piece of paper was thrust under their apartment door. She picked it up, read it and sighed. "Looks like there's a meeting."


"Oh dammit all." He did a brief pause and a sigh to collect his thoughts. "Fine, lets go.. Wait, should we or should we not tell Superbia and Blythe?" He then thought on the question himself and mentally came to a decision, but he would rather here Xanthe's first.

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Postby Swith Witherward » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:56 pm

Germanic Templars wrote:
"Oh dammit all." He did a brief pause and a sigh to collect his thoughts. "Fine, lets go.. Wait, should we or should we not tell Superbia and Blythe?" He then thought on the question himself and mentally came to a decision, but he would rather here Xanthe's first.

"I'm not knocking on that door," Xanthe giggled. "They're up to the devil's business in there."

She actually gave the door plenty of clearance lest she overhear something Fade-to-blacky.

"Besides, they'll come up for air sometime, right?"
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Postby Cerillium » Sun Nov 17, 2013 4:58 pm

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Minerva rose and faced the assembled group.

“Thank you all for coming. The purpose of this meeting is two-fold. First, it’s nice to touch base with one another every now and then. We have some new tenants… welcome!”

She glanced down at her papers and cleared her throat.

“The last time we met like this was on the eve of the Drone invasion. I assure you that this meeting isn’t about them. It will take some time to get through the information, however.”

She winked at the group and added, “Save the questions for afterwards.”

With a final glance at Klaus, Minerva began:

“We have reason to believe Bane is in Bielefeld. The name might not mean anything to you, or you might be tempted to imagine some asinine Dark Knight villain. Please don’t make that foolish assumption. Bane is very real and nothing like the movie character. You might be tempted to say Bane is evil. That wouldn’t be true. Evil is profound malevolence when regarded as a supernatural force. Bane doesn't seek to do evil. The primordial void sees us as an invasion. We're a cancer. We're a splinter. We intrude. It wants to purge us. “Us” would mean life, the universe and everything.

“Some of you are familiar with primordial voids. The Norse refer to Ginnungagap. Before the universe, there was nothing. Not a thing. And then the universe began and the Ginnungagap was filled. It wasn't a happy time. Creation beings created without regard to anything. From chaos came order, but nothing remained. Chaos vacillates between order and anarchy, between something and nothing, between the real and the never-real. It's said that the Ginnungagap stretched out to remove this cancer from it, but failed, and so it consumed a bit of it in order to walk through it.

“Bane is an entity of Ginnungagap. His only purpose is to purge the universe of its cancer… us.

“You can't destroy Nothing. You can't strike at nothing. You can't even hold nothing. So you must make something out of nothing until it fully manifests well enough to explode. Bane was forced to become Something, to have substance in order to destroy him. Making it into something made it easy to see. But this form was still one of the avatars of the Ginnungagap. It will feed off you and thus grow stronger. Annoying thing, really, because your deaths will only make the job more difficult. The more powerful you are, the more powerful he becomes after he consumes you. Spells and rituals are worthless. Magical abilities don’t mean a damn thing.


Klaus stood up to get everyone’s attention. He surveyed them and shook his head.

“Bane's been banished in the past,” he began, “but it adapts and overcomes easily. It’s very intelligent. It sits patiently and tests the waters; push it too far and it’ll lash out. The Drones at full glory couldn’t stand up to Bane. The Luxan ambassadors and their people couldn’t stand up to Bane. We cultists can’t stand up to Bane. Gods can’t stand up to Bane. There isn't any contest to win, no challenge, no "sit down and play chess". He attacks and you exist one moment and you don’t the next.

“Yet we can push it back. It’s not easy. We need to lure it to us and then throw something at it to entice it to move towards a trap. In this case, the trap is a pocket dimension. It would keep him at bay for a millennium or two. It removes the immediate threat. We believe the only reason he’s in the city is due to the high concentration of magical energies here.”

Minerva nodded. “Before launching into our proposed plan, are there any questions? And lest one of you decide to slip out the door while we’re chatting… the cultists have all gone underground. You’re on your own out there if you choose to work apart from this group or fail to heed our warnings; there will be no soul left to resurrect.”
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Postby Germanic Templars » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:02 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:
Germanic Templars wrote:
"Oh dammit all." He did a brief pause and a sigh to collect his thoughts. "Fine, lets go.. Wait, should we or should we not tell Superbia and Blythe?" He then thought on the question himself and mentally came to a decision, but he would rather here Xanthe's first.

"I'm not knocking on that door," Xanthe giggled. "They're up to the devil's business in there."

She actually gave the door plenty of clearance lest she overhear something Fade-to-blacky.

"Besides, they'll come up for air sometime, right?"


"I hope so, unless they got themselves a dehumidifier or something.. Maybe a few fans to circulate the air. Either way I was thinking the same thing on that one too. Besides that I am sure they will come out of food or something to drink, unless of course Superbia, that power abusing ass, doesn't use portals to steal some food for the both of them."

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Levi leaning on the wall near the entrance, shouted out, "Well if it is the case of luring it, can I, and by I, I mean my cloned assistant, launch rockets at it for the fun of it, or will that piss it off even more?"
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Postby Swith Witherward » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:04 pm

Germanic Templars wrote:
"I hope so, unless they got themselves a dehumidifier or something.. Maybe a few fans to circulate the air. Either way I was thinking the same thing on that one too. Besides that I am sure they will come out of food or something to drink, unless of course Superbia, that power abusing ass, doesn't use portals to steal some food for the both of them."

"Portals!" Xanthe whispered, grabbing Lucius' hand and stepping into a shadow. It might be a very unsettling feeling for anyone outside her pantheon. She held tight and pulled him through until they emerged in the dining room just in time to hear the tail end of the speaking.
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Postby Primordial Luxa » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:11 pm

Cerillium wrote:
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Minerva rose and faced the assembled group.

“Thank you all for coming. The purpose of this meeting is two-fold. First, it’s nice to touch base with one another every now and then. We have some new tenants… welcome!”

She glanced down at her papers and cleared her throat.

“The last time we met like this was on the eve of the Drone invasion. I assure you that this meeting isn’t about them. It will take some time to get through the information, however.”

She winked at the group and added, “Save the questions for afterwards.”

With a final glance at Klaus, Minerva began:

“We have reason to believe Bane is in Bielefeld. The name might not mean anything to you, or you might be tempted to imagine some asinine Dark Knight villain. Please don’t make that foolish assumption. Bane is very real and nothing like the movie character. You might be tempted to say Bane is evil. That wouldn’t be true. Evil is profound malevolence when regarded as a supernatural force. Bane doesn't seek to do evil. The primordial void sees us as an invasion. We're a cancer. We're a splinter. We intrude. It wants to purge us. “Us” would mean life, the universe and everything.

“Some of you are familiar with primordial voids. The Norse refer to Ginnungagap. Before the universe, there was nothing. Not a thing. And then the universe began and the Ginnungagap was filled. It wasn't a happy time. Creation beings created without regard to anything. From chaos came order, but nothing remained. Chaos vacillates between order and anarchy, between something and nothing, between the real and the never-real. It's said that the Ginnungagap stretched out to remove this cancer from it, but failed, and so it consumed a bit of it in order to walk through it.

“Bane is an entity of Ginnungagap. His only purpose is to purge the universe of its cancer… us.

“You can't destroy Nothing. You can't strike at nothing. You can't even hold nothing. So you must make something out of nothing until it fully manifests well enough to explode. Bane was forced to become Something, to have substance in order to destroy him. Making it into something made it easy to see. But this form was still one of the avatars of the Ginnungagap. It will feed off you and thus grow stronger. Annoying thing, really, because your deaths will only make the job more difficult. The more powerful you are, the more powerful he becomes after he consumes you. Spells and rituals are worthless. Magical abilities don’t mean a damn thing.


Klaus stood up to get everyone’s attention. He surveyed them and shook his head.

“Bane's been banished in the past,” he began, “but it adapts and overcomes easily. It’s very intelligent. It sits patiently and tests the waters; push it too far and it’ll lash out. The Drones at full glory couldn’t stand up to Bane. The Luxan ambassadors and their people couldn’t stand up to Bane. We cultists can’t stand up to Bane. Gods can’t stand up to Bane. There isn't any contest to win, no challenge, no "sit down and play chess". He attacks and you exist one moment and you don’t the next.

“Yet we can push it back. It’s not easy. We need to lure it to us and then throw something at it to entice it to move towards a trap. In this case, the trap is a pocket dimension. It would keep him at bay for a millennium or two. It removes the immediate threat. We believe the only reason he’s in the city is due to the high concentration of magical energies here.”

Minerva nodded. “Before launching into our proposed plan, are there any questions? And lest one of you decide to slip out the door while we’re chatting… the cultists have all gone underground. You’re on your own out there if you choose to work apart from this group or fail to heed our warnings; there will be no soul left to resurrect.”


Primordial nodded, "Sounds very similar, almost exactly alike, to a servitor of Azathoth." He said, less of a question and more of a statement. If the thing did have any relationship to his pantheon, even in the most remote sense than he would have some serious qualms with fighting it."
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Postby Mincaldenteans » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:18 pm

Titania said it would be safe! Dan paled at the news of some apocalyptic being coming toward them, but frowned as he contemplated his current predicament in Faerie. Did she set me up? Was it just that easy to cast me off at the most convenient time that these beings are facing impending doom? It doesn't track; she could have killed me on sight if that was the case. Or maybe she's taking me out of the equation because someone else in the Court can benefit from me and she thought to... No, don't think that way, she wanted you safe from the beginning. She would not go through these efforts just for you die outside of Faerie. She is the Queen, she needs no reason to dispose of you if that was indeed her only objective: she'd just do it. Titania wanted to keep you out of the Court, to be safe from the other nobles. But this!?

He looked around and remained quiet, figuring to hear the other tenants and then form his own questions (if any) or decide after; though it was likely he'd join for the option was simple: he simply had no where else to go.

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Postby Cerillium » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:18 pm

Primordial Luxa wrote:
Primordial nodded, "Sounds very similar, almost exactly alike, to a servitor of Azathoth." He said, less of a question and more of a statement. If the thing did have any relationship to his pantheon, even in the most remote sense than he would have some serious qualms with fighting it."

"Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes."

Klaus shook his head. "Bane and that which he represents is Nothing. Azathoth is Something. He exists even though he exists outside the ordered universe. Bane and Nothing don't exist at all. It simply was the dark part of a hole before there was anything to fill it or define it by size and shape."
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Postby Primordial Luxa » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:21 pm

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Primordial nodded, "Sounds very similar, almost exactly alike, to a servitor of Azathoth." He said, less of a question and more of a statement. If the thing did have any relationship to his pantheon, even in the most remote sense than he would have some serious qualms with fighting it."

"Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes."

Klaus shook his head. "Bane and that which he represents is Nothing. Azathoth is Something. He exists even though he exists outside the ordered universe. Bane and Nothing don't exist at all. It simply was the dark part of a hole before there was anything to fill it or define it by size and shape."


Understanding appeared in Primordial's eyes "Ah. So its a Sentient Static Universe, an embodiment of pre-big/small bang reality?"
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Postby Tiltjuice » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:21 pm

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"I hope so, unless they got themselves a dehumidifier or something.. Maybe a few fans to circulate the air. Either way I was thinking the same thing on that one too. Besides that I am sure they will come out of food or something to drink, unless of course Superbia, that power abusing ass, doesn't use portals to steal some food for the both of them."

"Portals!" Xanthe whispered, grabbing Lucius' hand and stepping into a shadow. It might be a very unsettling feeling for anyone outside her pantheon. She held tight and pulled him through until they emerged in the dining room just in time to hear the tail end of the speaking.


Dora wandered in right behind them, and glanced around. Not much seemed to be happening, but " - no soul left to resurrect" had her full attention.

Luce, who had come in earlier, gave a quick nod, the light reflecting off his lenses for a moment, before he turned back to the front of the room. Meanwhile, Chrys stopped her laughter at Hans' carrying her and sobered.

"So who will be playing the bait?" she whispered to him.
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Postby Cerillium » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:22 pm

Primordial Luxa wrote:Understanding appeared in Primordial's eyes "Ah. So its a Sentient Static Universe, an embodiment of pre-big/small bang reality?"

Klaus nodded. "That which was yet never was."
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Postby The BranRiech » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:23 pm

Bran, being ever the down to earth person, was still wondering how Bane even existed if he was nothing. To him at least, it didn't make any sense to him, although it made a shred more of sense to Kei, who nodded understandingly at the start of the briefing. She wasn't familiar with Bane, or even the concept, but understood how it was being told, and knew it was quite the threat, to her at least.

"So wait, how is Bane even something if he's nothing? Or is there something I'm not getting?" The young Branriechian spoke up.

Right before the start, Toscha and Drova entered the dining room, and were listening intently as well.

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Postby Torsiedelle » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:24 pm

The sisters, who had slipped in quietly to listen, were worried by the news. At the mention of asking questions, Torii raised her hand slowly.

"We can't kill it? Only hold it for a few hundred years? I mean...isn't there a permanent solution to the problem?"

Katya nodded, intending to ask the same thing. She didn't want to see this guy coning back ever, if he was this dangerous.
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Postby Swith Witherward » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:25 pm

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Dora wandered in right behind them, and glanced around. Not much seemed to be happening, but " - no soul left to resurrect" had her full attention.

Luce, who had come in earlier, gave a quick nod, the light reflecting off his lenses for a moment, before he turned back to the front of the room. Meanwhile, Chrys stopped her laughter at Hans' carrying her and sobered.

"So who will be playing the bait?" she whispered to him.

Hans' smile had also abruptly vanished.

He kept his voice at an undertone. "We are. That is, me and those who follow Klaus. The bait changes later in the game, once all the cultist pawns are in place."
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Postby Germanic Templars » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:25 pm

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"I hope so, unless they got themselves a dehumidifier or something.. Maybe a few fans to circulate the air. Either way I was thinking the same thing on that one too. Besides that I am sure they will come out of food or something to drink, unless of course Superbia, that power abusing ass, doesn't use portals to steal some food for the both of them."

"Portals!" Xanthe whispered, grabbing Lucius' hand and stepping into a shadow. It might be a very unsettling feeling for anyone outside her pantheon. She held tight and pulled him through until they emerged in the dining room just in time to hear the tail end of the speaking.


After listening, he looked at Xanthe. "So we have someone trying to kill us or what?" He asked her. He was a bit confused especially after being suddenly taking a trip through the portal and hearing the end of a briefing.

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Postby Primordial Luxa » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:26 pm

Cerillium wrote:
Primordial Luxa wrote:Understanding appeared in Primordial's eyes "Ah. So its a Sentient Static Universe, an embodiment of pre-big/small bang reality?"

Klaus nodded. "That which was yet never was."


"So magic dosnt work on him but how well can he stop?" Primordial continued "My first thought is to shrink our universe down a level and them transport somewhere safe away from him."
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Postby Tiltjuice » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:31 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:
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Dora wandered in right behind them, and glanced around. Not much seemed to be happening, but " - no soul left to resurrect" had her full attention.

Luce, who had come in earlier, gave a quick nod, the light reflecting off his lenses for a moment, before he turned back to the front of the room. Meanwhile, Chrys stopped her laughter at Hans' carrying her and sobered.

"So who will be playing the bait?" she whispered to him.

Hans' smile had also abruptly vanished.

He kept his voice at an undertone. "We are. That is, me and those who follow Klaus. The bait changes later in the game, once all the cultist pawns are in place."


Her eyes froze over into sea ice, but she nodded in acceptance. "Do what you have to, and the best of luck."

Torsiedelle wrote:The sisters, who had slipped in quietly to listen, were worried by the news. At the mention of asking questions, Torii raised her hand slowly.

"We can't kill it? Only hold it for a few hundred years? I mean...isn't there a permanent solution to the problem?"

Katya nodded, intending to ask the same thing. She didn't want to see this guy coning back ever, if he was this dangerous.


Luce frowned disapprovingly, but for once Dora caught his gaze and shook her head meaningfully. Once, twice, thrice. A quick series of hand motions flew between them.

You know the enemy. What did cultists say?

Against our instinct. You know that.

If it were - (unreadable sign) - what?

And the former soldier looked stubborn, but nodded anyway.
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Postby Giovenith » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:32 pm

Giovenith listened at first to the beginning of the lecture with her usual optimism, but that quickly fell as the two cultist leaders spoke of what they did. Not just to concern, but to downright regression, as the words sent chills, so cold they burned, through her body, making her shrink back down and begin sending out fervent, pleading wishes to the reality around her. 'I-I'd really like to wake up now...' she thought, attempting to will the situation around her into a harmless nightmare, instead of a worse-than-hell reality. She remembered many things... she remembered lessons from her mother, short lessons spoken in hushed, curt words, lasting for only minutes at a time before being almost aggressively abandoned, as if the darkness of their nature would rot the air itself. She remembered the scary things that sent her to Bielefeld in the first place.

Nothingness. If she had to march through eternal fires, madness, sorrow, malevolence, and every other torture imagined by any being, mortal or immortal, it was still better than to become nothing. Literal, true, absolute, unimaginable, nothing. It was the ultimate worst in her mind, from the truth of its horror, to the mental shock it gave via her nature itself. Giovenith felt like perhaps it would be appropriate to cry... but she felt too cold and numbed for that now. Everything was falling apart underneath and around her at this worst of all revelation. Why? Why? Why? Why...

Willow, of course, didn't understand a lick of this, and briefly cursed himself for not understanding anything about magic, but was suddenly caught up by the stabbing aura of dread that had suddenly emanated from his right. The thing he knew as Giovenith had been replaced by some hollow ghostly imitation, and shocked him from his previous annoyance, to crushing pity... jeeze. No matter how obnoxious this girl could be, Willow didn't think that anything deserved whatever would make them look like that. This is bad... maybe he didn't totally understand why, but it was bad. Without his usual hesitation, Willow reached out and gave his roommate's arm a little nudge-rub with his hoof. She didn't seem to realize he was there, but he continued anyway, suddenly feeling obligated to comfort the child who had been doing her earnest best to at least try and be kind and welcoming to him and Sterling.

"Shhh," he hushed. Honestly, that was all he could think to say, as it didn't seem like much else had a chance of reaching her.
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Postby Warpspace » Sun Nov 17, 2013 5:34 pm

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Minerva rose and faced the assembled group.

“Thank you all for coming. The purpose of this meeting is two-fold. First, it’s nice to touch base with one another every now and then. We have some new tenants… welcome!”

She glanced down at her papers and cleared her throat.

“The last time we met like this was on the eve of the Drone invasion. I assure you that this meeting isn’t about them. It will take some time to get through the information, however.”

She winked at the group and added, “Save the questions for afterwards.”

With a final glance at Klaus, Minerva began:

“We have reason to believe Bane is in Bielefeld. The name might not mean anything to you, or you might be tempted to imagine some asinine Dark Knight villain. Please don’t make that foolish assumption. Bane is very real and nothing like the movie character. You might be tempted to say Bane is evil. That wouldn’t be true. Evil is profound malevolence when regarded as a supernatural force. Bane doesn't seek to do evil. The primordial void sees us as an invasion. We're a cancer. We're a splinter. We intrude. It wants to purge us. “Us” would mean life, the universe and everything.

“Some of you are familiar with primordial voids. The Norse refer to Ginnungagap. Before the universe, there was nothing. Not a thing. And then the universe began and the Ginnungagap was filled. It wasn't a happy time. Creation beings created without regard to anything. From chaos came order, but nothing remained. Chaos vacillates between order and anarchy, between something and nothing, between the real and the never-real. It's said that the Ginnungagap stretched out to remove this cancer from it, but failed, and so it consumed a bit of it in order to walk through it.

“Bane is an entity of Ginnungagap. His only purpose is to purge the universe of its cancer… us.

“You can't destroy Nothing. You can't strike at nothing. You can't even hold nothing. So you must make something out of nothing until it fully manifests well enough to explode. Bane was forced to become Something, to have substance in order to destroy him. Making it into something made it easy to see. But this form was still one of the avatars of the Ginnungagap. It will feed off you and thus grow stronger. Annoying thing, really, because your deaths will only make the job more difficult. The more powerful you are, the more powerful he becomes after he consumes you. Spells and rituals are worthless. Magical abilities don’t mean a damn thing.


Klaus stood up to get everyone’s attention. He surveyed them and shook his head.

“Bane's been banished in the past,” he began, “but it adapts and overcomes easily. It’s very intelligent. It sits patiently and tests the waters; push it too far and it’ll lash out. The Drones at full glory couldn’t stand up to Bane. The Luxan ambassadors and their people couldn’t stand up to Bane. We cultists can’t stand up to Bane. Gods can’t stand up to Bane. There isn't any contest to win, no challenge, no "sit down and play chess". He attacks and you exist one moment and you don’t the next.

“Yet we can push it back. It’s not easy. We need to lure it to us and then throw something at it to entice it to move towards a trap. In this case, the trap is a pocket dimension. It would keep him at bay for a millennium or two. It removes the immediate threat. We believe the only reason he’s in the city is due to the high concentration of magical energies here.”

Minerva nodded. “Before launching into our proposed plan, are there any questions? And lest one of you decide to slip out the door while we’re chatting… the cultists have all gone underground. You’re on your own out there if you choose to work apart from this group or fail to heed our warnings; there will be no soul left to resurrect.”


Volturius' brow wrinkled at the annoyance of the organism. Over his long career in the Long War, he'd met his fair share of supposedly invincible enemies, only for such claims to be disproved via overwhelming force or the cunning of an allied sorcerer. This however, seemed far more lethal than the C'tan shards wielded against Chaos by awakened tomb-worlds in the Black Crusades. While not as potent through sheer power such as a Shard or its wielder, the foe seemed to be annoyingly persistent, similar to some warp-spawn horror hell-bent on the destruction of all. Like an unnatural cross between a Null and the creatures within the immaterium not associated with Chaos.

"Before launching the plan, would it not be easier to simply feed this 'Bane' entity a Null? Negatives have a habit of canceling themselves out. Or make a jump through the warp to the past, somehow kidnap Bane, then trick the entity into feeding upon itself, and thus annihilating itself? Dumping it into the warp itself might work as well, considering the soulless normally perish from brunt exposure to the immaterium. Unless the word of Daemons is worth less than even that of the loyalist dogs, Chaos comes before all. There is no causality. Merely existence. Waterboarding the entity with the oceans of the empyrean's infinity would likely serve well in weakening it and the void. The greatest enemy of voids are also their greatest weakness." Volturius commented, drawing from prior experience with Necrons and the Pariahs they called to battle. Ripping open warp portals worked well in utterly destroying them, and damning their soulless existence to oblivion.
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