PL IC Thread IX++ //Oddsbodikins & Atomic Kittens//

by **Giovenith** » Mon Mar 16, 2015 7:37 pm

The BranRiech wrote:
Giovenith wrote:"We're not law enforcement, Torii," Giovenith reminded her friend, while looking around to see if anyone else was waiting for the bathroom. "Likely if they knew but didn't tell us earlier, it's because they thought it was manageable and wanted to keep us at peace while they fixed things. If they are telling us, it's because things have escalated and they're preparing us, far from a 'last minute' thing."

"Couldn't that also mean that they just don't know either? I mean, that happens right?" Yuna shrugged, trying to remember a time similar, but her mind was drawing blanks on that end as she tried coming up with ideas. There wasn't much for her to contribute in the form of killing things (Yuna's heart sank at the thought of having to do it), but that didn't make her entirely useless. "Well, whatever it is, I mean, I sure hope we're all fine."

"It's certainly possible," the godling nodded to her Pyserai friend. "They know something at least, and they're going to share it with us. The people here generally are really good at knowing what goes on and about beyond us, though. Don't worry Yuna, we always find a way through, and a place for everyone."

by **Torsiedelle** » Mon Mar 16, 2015 7:46 pm

Torii rolled her eyes. "So just because we're not cops, we shouldn't know about a potential threat?"

God, that sounded mean. Torii rubbed her temple and sighed. "Sorry. I mean, there has to be some transparency. Remember when everyone knew what was going on, before we had all those rules? Shit got done, and fast."

"God, what am I saying? ", She thought to herself.

by **Giovenith** » Mon Mar 16, 2015 7:50 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:Torii rolled her eyes. "So just because we're not cops, we shouldn't know about a potential threat?"

God, that sounded mean. Torii rubbed her temple and sighed. "Sorry. I mean, there has to be some transparency. Remember when everyone knew what was going on, before we had all those rules? Shit got done, and fast."

"God, what am I saying? ", She thought to herself.

"Well, what I'm saying is that this meeting is the transparency," Giovenith leaned against the wall and raised an eyebrow at the other girl. Torii had a tendency to twist things into seeming worse than they actually were. "You become transparent when the bad news is likely to effect others. If it's just your average, everyday petty crime, it's really not a big deal to keep us out of the loop. I'd really prefer to not hear about everytime some kid shoplifted candy from a store."

Given the experiences with the other invasions, the girl had never before seen a reason to distrust those in charge when they relayed the information. She did not suspect them of all sitting in a room somewhere together snickering evilly and dreaming up new schemes designed solely to fuck with them, and couldn't see how anyone would have that sort of mentality. Regardless of what any of them did, if the forces were strong enough, it was cultists and the likes who were doing most of the unpleasant, heavy lefting. She doubted that in light of that, they'd waste their time going out of their way to be dicks to a bunch of civilians and teenagers.

by **Fvaarniimar** » Mon Mar 16, 2015 7:50 pm

Nick didn't mind helping out - feeling useful was nice, and he did want to practice using his abilities.

But...what if he messed up? He thought he'd probably be alright - something seemed to have changed - but...he probably ought to warm them.

He did, and for whatever reason, they went ahead with the plan. Amanda's curiosity about the bright colors had proved rather infectious, and Nick was hardly disappointed upon seeing the vials. Unfortunately, he couldn't focus much attention on admiring them at first - he needed to keep things straight, needed to keep the minds from driving each other mad. Needed to act as a filter...

It ended up being far easier than he had expected. Some barriers had in fact formed, and a little experimentation and a lot of intent produced roughly the desired result. Eagerly, he listened to Sandy's explanation of potential consequences of drinking the vial. It was frightening, in a way - but so cool! So much potential! (Maybe he should see if there were opportunities for cats in this field? He put the notion aside and paid attention to the work being done.)

Realizing that it was difficult to use another viewpoint and feeling quite confident on account of his success in handling this two-way link, Nick tried something. As it failed, Sandy and Amanda would (depending on how well they could distinguish their own impressions from those of another) either get the impression that the cat felt rather annoyed with himself or feel rather annoyed with themselves. <Sorry about that.>

Amanda seemed to do alright despite that, and Nick decided to just sit back and enjoy the show; what a show it was! All the colors humans saw and then some...magic quite literally happening before his eyes! It even had a musical score - albeit one that resulted in the large feline taking more than a few mock swipes at Plutarch to affirm that he did, in fact, have some dignity. Nick did of course understand what a pet was, however, and on the rare occasions that the bird was close enough to hit the "hit" involved retracted claws and was gentle enough so that Plutarch did not even lose his footing.

Nick woke perhaps forty minutes after the pair had departed. Stretching on a comfortable chair which he had commandeered, the cat noticed three things.

First, he was hale and whole - no pain, and arguably feeling as healthy as he had been that summer. Second - he gave his back a lick - his sleek, silky hair was back! He'd never believed himself vain, but as it turned out partial baldness was not a good look on a cat.

Third, his belly felt quite empty. In a good enough mood to purr, he headed down to the second-floor kitchen (ignoring a piece of Sandy's mail) and grabbed a roasted chicken wing and - as the ox bones had whetted his appetite a little, and he was quite fond of the taste regardless - some roast beef.

As he snarfed down his breakfast, Nick's thoughts turned to Sandy's laboratory. Maybe he should have looked around a little... Although that might have been rude. And dangerous. Perhaps it was for the best that he hadn't. He lived in the Building, after all.

He would have plenty of opportunities to see magic happening.

by **Highfort** » Mon Mar 16, 2015 8:36 pm

Upon mention of "physical exploration", Septimus raised an eyebrow as his cheeks reddened. Surely she wasn't implying what his rather addled mind thought she was implying, was she?

Thankfully - for his dignity at least - she returned to familiar territory for them both. The mention of a standardized routine and the confidence in her voice relieved him. While he didn't doubt for a second that her tail was capable of rebuilding him, he didn't get far in his career by being an immediate believer. She put him at ease, though, and after that little routine of... well, he didn't know how to describe it... having something a little more familiar was comforting. Not that what just happened wasn't, but he needed time to think about what exactly had just happened.

Everything's back to normal, he thought. As she explained, the library reformed around them, Scel quietly shuffling away any evidence of the revealing that had happened just moments ago. As Neste set herself down on the Ottoman he was reminded of their first meeting here. He'd torn himself apart; now, she'd done the same. If it wasn't so tragic he would've laughed. Here were two killers, crying over blood that wasn't their own and comforting each other with awkward hugs and odd touches. Almost had the making's of one of those movies he'd heard Terran women enjoyed watching, except perhaps with more violence. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as the status quo comfortably settled back in.

The mention of going fully organic below his neck gave him considerable pause, however.

"Readjust to being human, eh?" he chuckled nervously, "Never thought I'd hear that. After a few hundred years or so you forget what it's like not having the extra limbs on-hand for all those chores. Ah, well, I'll manage. I have to, at any rate. I look forward to carving, as you've so delicately put it, away at myself when I get the chance. At least one mechanical arm wouldn't be remiss on a new body."

Something about the idea of being human appealed to him, though. Not that he wanted to die or grow old, but he was going through that anyways and, frankly, being a human felt better. Even if it was all a hoax, mere smoke and mirrors, something about how he felt in the Carnival roused him. Perhaps not humanity, but youth. Either way, he figured, I'll be getting what I want. Young, a fresh body to work with, and the remnants of my old equipment. What more could he ask for?

"I, uh," he rubbed the back of his head, realizing how betrayed she must feel that he was shuffling around behind her back to study her, "I'm sorry, I meant to ask. I just figured a firsthand account for myself would be- Ah, what am I saying? That was completely out-of-line of me and unprofessional as a researcher. I apologize, Neste. I promise I'll ask you next time. Perhaps over tea, yes, we'll need to make that a regular thing."

Sentia peered quietly at the new arrivals. The noise they made coming in had awoken her after she'd drowned up Neste working on whatever was happening down the hall and gone back to sleep. Creeping from her sleeping spot next to the couch, she curled up on a nearby box shoved against a wall and observed the large, weasel-like creature whose home she'd explored earlier. He appeared to be talking to one of Septimus' new compatriots, the old cyborg who'd been talking of work and all that other drivel while she'd be contentedly curled on Septimus' balding head.

The warbling from the lab at first brought a hiss, though she quieted as she found the melody rather enchanting. Septimus could do worse than have the little lizard come in every now and then for tea. Maybe she'd even bring in more of those biscuits. That would be nice.

Her stomach grumbled and, realizing she could avoid making her presence known in the kitchen no longer, she hopped off the crate and skittered past the men at the table to nourish herself upon water and dry, crumbly cat pellets.

by **Monfrox** » Mon Mar 16, 2015 10:00 pm

Brit mumbled and groaned as she opened her eyes. Where was she? The ceiling looked oddly ornate, yet primitive at the same time. She remembered slipping into the hole and then this. Wait, there was a thing on her chest preventing her from sitting up and kinda making it more work to breathe. What? Fearing the worst, she quickly looked down to see Willow lying on top of her, still coming too himself. Brit felt her face start to heat up and gulped, not sure if she should be mean and shove Willow off or let him come to on his own. Stuck in indecision with her mind deciding two separate ways; She kept staring awkwardly down at the pony.

by **Giovenith** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:00 am

"Oh, Brit!"

Finally coming to and seeing who he had found, Willow flew up off the girl (hoping she wasn't hurt or squished) and scooched under her back in order to help her off the ground. He looked around, taking in the ornate room, and tried to narrow his eyes at the ceiling to see if he could locate the room they fell from. How were their bones not shattered and their organs plastered across the floor?

"Here's your things," he handed her the blouse and bag, eyes roaming down and analyzing the rest of the room. "Do you know what this place is?"

by **TotallyNotEvilLand** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 12:58 pm

After making sure what would be her new home was to her satisfaction and... not full of holes, Elka yawned loudly out in the hallway... She did hear of a communal dining room on the second floor, and her stomach growling confirmed that it might be a good idea to grab something to eat... airline peanuts weren't overly filling, after all. Passing a few more people on their morning routines, she entered it and spotted a cat gnawing something down.

She didn't have a particularly good history with cats, they always seemed to try their best to make her life a living hell. She recalled one that constantly opened her bedroom window in the dead of winter, and another that made her afraid to go outside. Elka held her breath and slowly sidled behind the cat known as Nick, hoping not to be seen before making a bee-line to the refrigerator, hastily grabbing some sliced turkey and lettuce.

by **The High Tatras** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 1:27 pm

Mincaldenteans wrote:
The High Tatras wrote:
Nathan was shocked and horrified. He had been shocked and horrified many times over the last few hours, but this was the most shocking thing yet. Fascists were one of his "berserk buttons", and a few moments ago he had just escaped a war zeppelin that was filled with them via his Sikorsky S-38 hydroplane the "Wild Goose Chase" that had docked to it. Then the zeppelin fired some kind of very bizarre weapon at him that brought him to where he was now, wherever and whenever that might be. He thought he would be safe here, but evidently he was not. Someone had followed him into this strange new world.

"Of course they have been expecting me. This was all some kind of elaborate trap. I wonder if this building I was escorted to is some kind of secret prison. Who knows what kind of horrors may be hidden within this building? They know my name. They must have a fate worse than death planned for me." thought Nathan to himself.

It was certainly obvious to everyone around him that he was inwardly panicking. He removed his dagger from its sheath and brought it up to his throat. Then he spoke.

"Heavenly Father, please forgive me for this last trespass. I have no choice anymore." said Nathan out loud. He was sweating and beginning to shed tears.

"Whoa there," Hunter said out loud in attempt to grab the suicidal man's attention as he halted in his tracks. He peered around wondering if anyone else was catching this and just his luck the lobby was empty. Wonderful, of course he had to be the one lucky enough to stumble upon the a stranger with a knife. The nevidian shook his head with a soft huff. And this morning was turning out so peacefully.

Hunter was, well is, human. The differences between his race and humans were little past the pale skin, completely blue eyes where the whites should have been and were it not for the modifications he had painstakingly gone through to look like the average human, it was likely he'd freak the stranger out even more with his by his natural ghastly appearance. Thankfully, he looked nothing of the sort, with color in his skin, brown hair, and even human looking eyes.

He walked up carefully to the stranger with his hands up and open to show that he wasn't a threat. The back of his mind wanted to smirk at that, "Might wanna take the knife from your throat before you fillet it," the nevidian suggested to the stranger.

"I take it you're new here? Likely still getting used to the setting? Don't worry, same here and trust me, whatever you just saw is only the surface. You can be thankful for that, too."

Nathan gradually lowered the knife from his throat and put it back in its sheath. He was still sweating and hyperventilating.

"Wh... Wh... Where am I? Is this place some of kind of secret prison in another world, or have I died and gone to purgatory or something, or am I asleep and in a dream, or am I hallucinating? These past few hours have been traumatizing. I... I... I have never experienced anything like this, and I have experienced many strange things over the course of my short life."

All his memories of his entire life flashed through his mind; all the good times, all the bad times, all the people he had met, and all the places he had been. He had experienced many things, but there were still so many things he had not experienced. Was this the end? Or was it a new beginning in a different world? He certainly hoped it would prove to be the latter.

by **Fvaarniimar** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 2:03 pm

Elka was noticed, although she moved past too quickly for Nick to do much about it. Still, she didn't look familiar, and the cat was curious. Perhaps a -
"Meow!"
- Would get her attention. Perhaps not.
Although she might believe otherwise given her history with felines, Nick's expression held no hostility - just curiosity.

He lifted a paw and waved. That done, he returned to his breakfast - if she wanted to ignore him, then fine.

by **TotallyNotEvilLand** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 2:33 pm

Elka began to make up a simple meat and vegetable sandwich, occassionally glancing back at Nick to make sure he wasn't about to pounce her. She smiled lightly and lifted a hand, waving to back to him with a look of uncertainty. "Morning, kitty-cat." She said, grinning uncomfortably. "I'll stay on my side of the room, no worries." Elka slowly sat down in a chair a short distance away from Nick, her eyes following his every move. He didn't seem like one of the asshole cats she had a history with, but that could just be a ruse. Cats were clever creatures, and Reil folk tales always said bad children would be dragged away and eaten by packs of wild cats. ... Mind you, there weren't any wild cats in Reiltam, but the message still stuck.

by **The BranRiech** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 2:51 pm

"Well, look at it this way too." Yuna said, caught in one of her moments of seriousness, seldom-seen in the girl who was usually as floaty as the breeze. "If you set the kitchen on fire, but could easily put out the fire, do you need to call the authorities? No, not really. But if the fire starts threatening others, then yeah, you'd probably call the brigades. If they're telling us, that means the fire has gotten to the point of affecting us and our safety, so we should be warned."

The girl shrugged, turning it into a smile.

"It'd get pretty tedious if we were told every little thing about where we live, we're not omniscient, nor do we deserve to be."

by **Fvaarniimar** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 3:37 pm

Your side of the room? No worries?

Nick wanted to ask this person just what that was supposed to mean. Why would there be any concern about sides of the room? However, he figured that if being on the same side of the room as - presumably - his new neighbor would make her uncomfortable, she probably did not want to be touched.

Although it was a little tempting to walk over, nuzzle the person, and see how she reacted, Nick opted to refrain. As things stood, the person seemed willing to inhabit the same room. That was better than some.

Still, he was curious. He realized that while actually asking wasn't an option unless he nibbled letters out of his breakfast, conveying that emotion might be possible.

Unlike Elka, he couldn't mimic a human voice, but he thought he could mimic the inflection used.

"Meow?" The second part of the noise was at a higher pitch, and the inflection was otherwise similar to that used by English speaking humans to denote a query.

Another bite, and he'd finished breakfast. He'd leave shortly - immediately if this person displayed to interest in interacting, after suggesting a few places they could go otherwise. She'd probably finish her own food soon, after all, and if not she could always take it with her.

Showing a new person around and possibly making a friend perhaps wasn't the most interesting way to spend a morning, but it would be fun. (If she felt like it.)

by **Cerillium** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 3:57 pm

Thaddeus politely nodded to the cat as he passed her by. His business was with Neste in the nifid lab.

"Good morning, Sentia," Ocho pushed away from the table and ambled towards the kitchen. He offered a knuckle for the cat to sniff and then lifted several cans and a bag from the plastic shopping totes crowding the counter. "I'm sure your day could have started much better, but let me make up for it."

A sharp tik! and hiss! indicated the promise of premium cat food. The thade wasted no time with his offer of a nicer breakfast, establishing one corner of the counter as her unique territory by setting down a place mat and her bowls. Dried kibble was alright if one were stuck in space, but luxury was reserved for those that had the means to procure it. In the cat's case, Ocho was more than happy to take time out of his busy day to provide her with a well-deserved treat.

He didn't think of the animal as a pet; she apparently had sapience ergo she was treated with equality. There wasn't any reason to talk down to such an extraordinary creature.

"Sentia, I have bad news and good news," he spoke as gently as possible, sympathetic to the cat's possible fears or sorrow as he poured a bit of hot tea into a saucer to add to her meal. "I'm afraid your companion came to a bitter end. Please don't worry, dear feline. This isn't permanent. The construct in the other room works to rebuild him, and her larger self has indicated that his Being is intact and able to inhabit that body. We should see him emerge sometime today."

His head rocked towards the pantry door. "You'll need to stay out of there. It's a hostile place for smaller Beings such as yourself. No one would purposely harm you but the plants are extremely wild. If it fits in their maws, they'll consume it. Can't fault them their natures."

Marcus gobbled his Cheerios, a few milk drops dribbling down his chin as he watched the morning news. Channel 9's spinning logo dominated the screen momentarily before cameras panned in on the perky news anchor and the flat screen television occupying a third of the space behind her.

"Hello and welcome back, Bielefeld," she smiled. "We still have a lot to cover this morning, but let's look once more at the local weather..."

Marcus tuned this out as he refilled his bowl. It was spring. It was going to be warm. Who gave a fuck? His attention returned after Big Boobie Weather Girl wrapped up her reporting.

"Alright, thank you," the anchor smiled at Big Boobie before gesturing to the screen behind her. It now displayed the words Breaking News. "If you live near the Industrial District, you may have noticed the USiPo helicopter circling the area." The screen flickered to display several factories but no actual activity on the ground. "We are receiving several reports of USiPo staging near the Fishburne market as well as along Cornell Street. We do have a reporter on the scene and, of course, we'll bring you more information as it comes to us throughout this broadcast. Initial reports indicate some abhuman activity causing a possible delay in traffic, so we advise our viewers to avoid this area for the time being."

The news logo took screen prominence once more as the newscaster tidied her papers. "There was a near-disaster near the marina early this afternoon when a fishing vessel struck a pylon. City officials were quick to respond and no damage was done to the environment or pier. The Coast Guard initially responded and later determined that it was an accident. Fish have been unloaded to the Market District and the vessel towed to a dry dock..."

Marcus shoveled another spoonful into his mouth and once again tuned out the broadcast as Bad Tie Rush Hour Man described commuter delays along the outer highways before the broadcast returned to the anchor's control.

"In other news, several abhumans caused a disturbance after last night's Carnival. Police and the USiPO reported that this group, which is believed to be behind a subversive drug cartel, had procured large amounts of cocaine to distribute-"

Partially chewed cheerios and stained milk splattered the screen and counter. "The fuck?" Marcus frantically wiped the screen with his sleeve. "The fuck?!"

The anchor's screen had cut away to reveal inky dusk. Three Priests from the Order of Unction were paraded across the snow-coated grass, their arms cuffed - their mechanical parts sagging due to loss of power - and roughly shoved into a wagon. The boy's heart dropped to his toes. These were some of the most benevolent brothers at the Observatory, very clean edge and very much involved with the community. They weren't criminals. The boy's eyes took in the area, noting the level of light, and he was struck by the overwhelming knowledge that this arrest was made shortly after the teens departed for the Observatory. Moments after, by the look of it. Had these Brothers put themselves in harms way in order for him and the rest to escape? Hans' insistence suddenly made sense.

There was nothing more to the news piece. Marcus flicked the television off and sat in silence, willing himself to not shed tears but shedding them anyway.

by **Monfrox** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:13 pm

Brit sat and stood up after Willow hopped off her. It seemed he wasn't as bothered as she was, which was good, she guessed. She took the blouse and satchel and resisted the urge to tell Willow that he should've at least bought her dinner first, as she wasn't sure he'd take kindly to that comment. She looked around, noticing a foyer-esque room with...oh God, is that a giant cylinder hanging from the ceiling with flesh in it? It is. And what's worse, she noticed a distinct area that was exposed with an opening in the middle. A quick check of anything produced another side passage to, what she hoped was, another bathroom.

"Wait 'ere a minute." She said to Willow before running out to the passage and checking the door. It was, indeed, another bathroom. And this time, there was no hole. "Oh good...finally." After a few minutes she returned and put her blouse back on. "Sorry, still had ta go. Anyway...this place is a church. Also known as "endgame". We're almost outta here. I can feel it."

by **Fvaarniimar** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:43 pm

Only two still stood by the pit.

Kwa'a thought that either the other two had survived, or were dead; did it matter? They'd come for her.

She looked at Arthur.

"Fall you survive...I die don't." Although given Kwa'a's poor command of English Arthur might assume that her intent was to say something else, her statement was literally true (at least as far as she knew.) "We live. You me jump? On three?" She held up three fingers, callused and, in places, scarred.

The rope was held between the other two. She knew they had to fall (Willow hadn't moved before he fell, both Brit and he had disappeared when they had fallen) but it could help them - could catch on something, could break their fall. Besides, there might be climbing to do after all, later.

The other hand was extended to Arthur. She would trust him to figure out a grip that would not harm her - assuming, of course, that he wanted to hold hands. She didn't think he'd want to fall alone. Even if they jumped simultaneously, they might be separated - possibly by nothing more malevolent than gravity, were they to fall far enough to hit their presumably-different terminal velocities.

by **Giovenith** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:49 pm

"A cheeeeerch," Willow tried the new word out, making a face at the clashing syllables. "So this is the boss then."

Shit. Sooner than expected, had both it's ups and down. The mini horse tried flying a few loops in the air to get a better look at the ceiling, squinting here and there. "What about Arthur and Kwa'a? We can't leave them not knowing where we are." Maybe they'd figure out to jump down the hole themselves, but he doubted it. Landing back on his hooves, he tried to walk the area for an exit. "We need to find and meet up with them first. This isn't where those cult people gather, is it?"

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:03 pm

"Hmmph!", Torii crossed her arms. "Well...whatever! I just want to be informed is all. I can't protect people if we don't know what the danger is. Just like the Carnival. I still don't know who set those beasts loose, the dumbass."

It was still there; despite her not leaving the building often since the year before, Torii was still paranoid about the government and other groups, and even the regular people. She didn't trust them not to mess with her or her friends.

by **The BranRiech** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:53 pm

"But we're going to find out, Torii, calm down." Yuna put her hands up in a defensive manner, sighing internally. Torii seemed to be getting unreasonably angry at this point. "Just because the meeting's not right now, doesn't mean we're not going to be told what's happening. We have to trust the people in charge, Torii, they're the ones that let us live our lives in some kind of peace at least." Yuna shrugged, her uniform crisp and clean, as crisp and clean as an RAF flight-suit could be at least for looking like a brown sack. Had she known that people back in the day flew in these, she would have laughed it off.

by **Torsiedelle** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:16 pm

"I know, I know!", Torii whined. "I'm not mad. Just anxious and, well, a little scared. Don't worry, I won't say anything else.", She said. "I guess we will see. Sorry, I'm just kind of tired and annoyed."

She had to rub her eyes again. "So, where's Marcus? I want to thank him for last night. His folks were kind of cool. A little too strict, for my taste, but they let us hang out. I'm worried about how the Germans wanted us to leave. The adults were worried about someone or something a few days back. They wouldn't tell me."

by **TotallyNotEvilLand** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:18 pm

Elka seemed to relax a little more, seeing the cat didn't have any malicious intent. Perhaps it was more on the neutral end of the scale rather than chaotic evil like she had come to expect. She heard him meow at her and replied in her best impression of it. "Meow." She said in a monotone, as if carrying on a casual conversation. She finished up her sandwich and stood up, slowly approaching the cat, holding her arm out cautiously and giving Nick a rub on the head, ready to yank her arm back if he made any sudden movements.

Elka didn't have a goal in mind today, so she'd follow the cat around for now. Surely it'd lead her to something more interesting than aimlessly traipsing around the building.

by **Monfrox** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:21 pm

"We can hope that they follow suit. I wish there was somethin' else, but that's it." Brit said. She looked to the side when Willow mentioned about hoping this wasn't the place where the cultists gathered. "Well...eh heh..." She scratched the back of her head. She knew that she was already telling him that it was without even fully answering his question. Still, that thing hanging in the middle was making her a bit antsy. Especially since she knew exactly what she had to do to it. She started taking her blouse off again so it wouldn't get dirty.

by **Fvaarniimar** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:38 pm

<Hi! I'm Nick.> To facilitate communication, he set a paw on the person's arm. <It's nice to actually be able to talk to you!> In a "voice" about halfway between Elka's and Nick's own, the following was replayed: <"I'll stay on my side of the room, no worries."> Inquisitively, the cat glanced upwards. <What was up with that? I'm glad you stopped avoiding me, but why did you start?>

Thoughts rarely come in simple, sequential order, rather going quickly and going pretty much everywhere.

<You're new, I think? I guess - no, I'd probably have smelled you. Want a tour?>

by **The New Velociraptor Empire** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:39 pm

"Well onwards and downwards I guess."Arthur replied and took Kwa'a's hand in his left after tucking the gun into his jacket. His right claw still gripped the torch, as they might need it to see down there. Also in his bloodstained tweed jacket was a steak in case they didn't come back up this way.

Hands could mean many things, now thy meant comfort in taking a leap of faith. On three, he leapt into the pit, farther down the rabbit hole while keeping a firm but not crushing grip. "Look out below!" he warned before the powers of the pit knocked him unconscious.

by **Swith Witherward** » Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:40 pm

Neste took in his sheepish reaction. "Septimus, I pestered the hell out of you on the day we met. It was an extraordinary experience for me. It was the ease in which we spoke, and in which we exchanged knowledge. It was a chance for both of us to discover something new."

A mischievous smile curled the corners of Neste's mouth and slowly spread to encompass her cheeks and eyes as she recalled the evening. "I asked you far too many questions, most of them right here in the library. I probably monopolized your time and cost your nation valuable contract opportunities, and I suppose my only saving grace was that the raptors were responsible for - how did Harold put it? Oh - you broke your brain thinking about time travel."

Neste's hand slid down her snout to come to rest at her muzzle tip but her fingertips did little to disguise her grin nor to stem the humor suddenly welling inside her.

"It was absolute nonsense as we frantically ran around you," her voice's warm tones conveyed her fondness of the memory, "A reptilian-themed Jolly Caucus Race to get dry even as the tide kept striking us. Frumious velocirapters and fat dragons with fluttery voices and magic sticks, aghast dinosaur diplomats, my poor tail plucked for no good reason - and all the while the Velocidoctor babbling instructions as us as assuredly as the Walrus himself. And Counsel Brutus! So grumpy - I wouldn't have been surprised if he appeared right then and there wearing nothing but a towel and bathing cap just to swipe at us with his bath brush! And to what good? Foolish reptiles kick-starting you to a crispy, burnt state."

A deep sigh banished suppressed laughter. "Dear Brother Itum, you were such a good sport, too. Returning to life without a trace of animosity towards us. You set a good example for me to follow. There isn't any need to apologize for snooping here earlier tonight. If anything, I apologize to you for my outburst."

Neste pressed her snout tip against his arm to assure him of her sincerity. "I should go. Thaddeus has just entered the lab. If you need me, just give a shout; I'll return here."

PL IC Thread IX++ //Oddsbodikins & Atomic Kittens//

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