Demens Chosen IC [CLOSED]

[Mincaldenteans]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

And so it was that the BoozeCrewe were wrangled together and within a few minutes found themselves on board the Strumpet, compliments of Captain Blackwater and the Lads that served under her. Strange ones, Mezran had always felt, like the Cultists, as they moved about unnoticed and untethered. It was also unnerving for the warrior and he could only thank Kahless they were on their side. But such worries were far from concern, the Klingon was already in a lighter mood now that they were headed to Qo'Nos. He had thought of searching for Tavana beforehand as he surely knew the former leader of Varth Chosen would have tagged along, but the woman hadn't so much as send a missive their way. Nor was there time, really. Her loss, the Captain concluded.

Time on board the Strumpet, however, was not spent idly by waiting for the ship to make its destination. Aside from Sigtrygg, whose demeanor could match a Klingon's, the others were noticeably mild mannered and Mezran had to dive straight into their customs if the Crewe were going to pass muster among his people. It had been thirty minutes since the introduction and Mezran felt he was getting no where, confusion was bound to impede progress.

"Klingons aren't the most polite: we show strength, confidence, we do as we please and we take as we want," Mezran continued on from the head of the table. "That said, when confronted or challenged it is important that you gauge the other's intent; you do not start a fight unless you mean to end it and you do not accept a challenge unless justified. Friendly rivalries happen frequently and it is important not to take such challenges too seriously unless they personally insult your honor"

The last time he tried to explain had worked to a point, but nothing Mezran could say would do a proper job than actually being among Klingons. Challenges were frequent and varied in degrees from trivial to social acceptance to honor bound. Idle threats among rivals were common, but fighting among themselves were kept in check. Feuds were frequent among Klingons of certain households, but vendettas tended to be tricky given the threat of discommendation. It was a morass of contradictions dipped in hyperbole wrapped in conundrums and it was no wonder Klingons never truly slept and instead reached for the bloodwine at night.

But enough talk, the captain realized the only way to see how they would react was to treat them like any Klingon

"You!" Mezran slammed his large fist down next to the facsimile of the General, Romulus (a revolting name to Mezran), "Are in my seat! Move, or be moved!"

[Ganonsyoni]

OPERATION: LAST CHANCE
DIMENSION: 4590K
LOCATION: En Route to Xo'Lokkako via HZ shuttle, Vim System, HZSC space
TEAMS: SECRET OMEGA TENTACLE

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Kale move a bit to let Rmwtyliin check on her work. She knew the girl was a medic and much more skilled than her. She remembered her patching her leg a while back. In fact, she could have let her handle Etzic. But she felt compelled- No, obligated to patch up the skritarii. On swift decision and she was fixing him up even though it might have been better to let Rmwtyliin take care of him.

Though she judged her work to be competent, Kale felt a pang of unpleasantness when Rmwtyliin brought up the other things. The monster, her loss of control, and the tent a while ago. She kept a neutral face and breathed deeply, memories from yore flashing in her eyes. They would stay with her for better and worse, and probably for the better. Always there to remind her of the risks when she uses too much or too recklessly.

Etzic spoke to her and again praised her for her work. Compliments from two skilled medical people gave her some joy, though it was not enough to keep her happy. The Skritarii mentioned the plant monster and the loss of his tribe, keeping the recent thoughts of the monster in her mind. She felt a dull sadness and regret within her, and her downcast face showed it

Venla alerted that they were approaching the planets surface. It was soon mission start. She looked to Rmwtyliin and gave the girl an answer. "I'll be fine," she said. A canned response really, but she didn't want to worry the girl too much. She'd have to be fine for the mission anyways. She then looked to Etzic, saying "And... I'm sorry Etzic..." The plant girl would've apologize a millions times to the skritarii if she had the time and breath for it. She would never let it go, despite not faulting her. In her mind, the fault was branded to her.

But things were moving fast. Etzic was joining them on the mission it seemed. "Are you able to get up?" She said after a pause, still a bit concerned for the rat-like person.

[Fvaarniimar]

RAIDERS of the LOST BOOK

OPERATION: BIBLIOPHILE
LOCATION: Alexandria, Egypt, Dimension 257P
RotLB

The Baron smiled kindly and offered the lady a respectable era-appropriate short bow in greetings. “It is quite alright. He has survived much worse I assure you, plenty of lives left,” he said warmly. “It's a pleasure to meet you, you may have overheard but my name is Primus of Massilia. I trust the trip was mostly pleasant for you as well. I don’t mean to pry but what has brought you to this illustrious city?”

He liked the woman almost immediately and let it show. She struck him a cultured and polite, but not overly intrusive and she seemed to be a good stock. All things he found enticing.

Nick's eyes followed Primordial's torso as he made his bow. Peeking shyly out from behind his "owner," he walked up to Flavia, butting her leg with a mew. "Prime, please advise this woman to make sure her children don't yank any more tails! Almost any other cat would have scratched them, and there are other cats here..." This concern wasn't politically motivated. While - based on the emotional feedback the men had gotten from Flavia's comment - still a little miffed, Nick had enjoyed being played with.

Naturally ending up on Flavia's other side, the cat sat down within easy petting distance, in a spot with a fairly clear line of sight to the magnificent temple. "Is this good, Sandy? Ooh, I hope we can visit!" He tried to focus on the sharp, clear lines of the architecture - the rest could blur, and did. A foggy image with lines hinted at by subtle gradients of shade yet defined by ineffable sharpness overlaid Sandy's (and to a lesser extent Primordial's) mind's eye, and the wireframe lines themselves bled into his vision - possibly as a change of saturation, perhaps in a simple uniform color. It would depend on how Sandy's brain was interpreting the extra information.

Of course, even with that subjective element, the tall man's perspective would be rather different! Nick, looking up from around a foot off the ground, had a worm's-eye view. The building seemed towering.

[Chedastan]

Fungi to Forget

Hectaros
Paper!Willow
Caleb
Aiden

And so another tale for our Chosen begins! One full of hearty debauchery and drunken merriment from a magical night out in the Burrows, our four Residents had taken a bender worthy of a lifetime of regrets and amnesic wonder! For their simple night out on the town had turned into an adventurous quest they shall not retain any exact memory of, for their bender after the third, or fourth, or twelfth drink in the pub started to put them in a hazy, yet more entertaining for the casual reader, drunkard state!

Such a state rarely comes easily, and of course they didn’t just stay in one place to drink. Beginning at The Moon Under Water Pub, our intrepid quartet soon ranged out into the city in search of more and more alcohol and other intoxicating drinks! Luckily after the reparations of the building and its denizens had to return the damage of the carnival, the Burrows had all manner of illicit substances in spades.

As the night wore on, the fabricated pony proved to be quite the instigator. All their minor inhibitions washed away by booze, and Willow’s enabling behaviour would lead to some overtly questionable decisions! Most of which they’d have to right the next day, but that of course didn’t occur to any of them that evening, or that night!

But of course, all nights come to an end, and the next morning didn’t find our little party back at home, snug in their beds, but in a strange, almost alien looking location. Underground, with fungi growing all around of all shapes, colors and sizes, some that would make most trees feel short! The air was filled with a modest haze of spores and pollen, being especially high in the cavernous room, but this would soon be cleared with the kick of a ventilation system and the gentle breeze that followed. The noise and shift in temperature swiftly roused our ‘heroes’ from their inebriated slumber, to pounding heads and sick stomachs and fatigue and malaise.

In the center of the group was the warrior, Hectaros. Being the boisterous drunk he was, Hectaros had ended up causing dozens of noise disturbances over the night, but luckily little property damage. None of which he could remember, of course. He would, however, remember shoving over someone to steal and devour his hotdog like it was the best piece of food he’d ever eaten. To his drunk mind, of course it was so delicious! To his hungover mind, he might regret eating something he didn’t even know the name of. But honestly, that was the least of his worries.

As he would come to his senses, he would soon realize there was another body pressed against his side, a small one at that. It was none other than a kobold barista with a nametag from Lizardbucks that says Fifi on it. And she was still actively squeezing around his waist by the time he came to and transitioned into an awake, yet hungover state. The kobold Fifi could only mumble and assume her recently hitched nesting husband was a big ole mammal teddy bear thing with hair bits sticking out of him. “Big, Teddy Ruxpin…” A husky mumble came again.

A slight distance away, laying face down on a massive mushroom with a several bites taken out of it, was Aiden. He was specifically woken when at least a dozen bugs had found their way onto his face. Mostly caterpillars, luckily for him, but one was already trying to make a cocoon on his left ear. Another was rooting through his messy hair. Hair which, by the way, seemed to have had been through a woodchipper. Half of his head of hair was unevenly cut and clipped, and the other half plain shaved away! What a sorry state to wake in, covered in bugs and face first in a giant mushroom!

And for the gourmand, he was in a slightly better state than most of his peers. He was particularly hungover, sadly, but beyond that his clothing, though disheveled, and person was mostly untouched. Save for the fact his face was absolutely covered in crumbs, bits of food, and smears of condiments, of course. His binge had not only been on alcohol, but on food and anything he could get his hands on, and his powers had luckily let him do that. Then again he might be picking items out of his stomach for a decade following this sort of binge.

He also seemed to have slight trouble breathing. Not because anything was in his mouth of course, not at all! For once, this trouble was because there was something small, fuzzy, and only a bit sharp sleeping on his chest. It seemed superficially like a rabbit, but seemed to have antlers, fangs, and wings like a chicken! Such an odd creature to have, but it seemed utterly tame and placid.

The final member of their quartet was on Cloud Nine, literally. Paper-Willow had somehow found a bit of cloud in the cavern, and was resting on it, hovering above the rest of the group. His ‘coat’ was splattered and speckled and spotted with paint, and he was somehow missing his new trademark greaser jacket. The clothing was nowhere to be found, and in fact had been lost somewhere over the binge filled night.

One final thing capped off their groggy wakefulness, however, and that was a female voice exclaiming in surprise upon noticing them.

“What the hell? Someone’s gotten into the farm again, hun!”

Collab between NA and Ched
No animals were harmed in the making of this bender!

[Giovenith]

Ahhhhhhh, yeah... that's the stuff right there...

Paper-Willow had not been taken "from" the real Willow, they were separate entities meant to be identical in substance, but in that moment, he was extraordinarily grateful to not be chained to his real self's habits. He had no idea what happened the other night, but the buzzing of his nerves (or whatever he had) told him real-Willow would have never done it and it was fucking awesome. Smiling at this thought, he carefully pushed himself up and took to stretching his back and wings.

Oh, he was naked! As naked as a pony could see themselves anyway. His new jacket was missing. What a shame! Ah well, he was sure he could find a new one.

"Rise and shine, my beautiful angels!" Paper-Willow called serenely to the rest of the group, seemingly oblivious to the chaos his companions were entwined in. "I don't know what the fuck just happened, but I know I'm so hungry I could become a cannibal! Let's find something to-"

A started voice came from somewhere in the building, and he turned toward its source.

"Well, look on the bright side," he said, striking a pose. "You couldn't have asked for a more handsome lot of trespassers!"

[Chedastan]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

The Paper General was feeling rather content already with their group's speedy transition on getting onboard the Strumpet. He was already anticipating the taste and sensations of the many exotic drinks they'll be acquiring shortly from this multiverse scale run for drinks. He could feel his paper tongue tingle too from the longing of a familiar taste from his real self's dimension, though to say it was his home as well wouldn't had been as accurate. He was of course just a paper construct that Naomi made, and imbued with the likeness and personality of Romulus. He later began pondering in his own paper mind of what it would mean if him and Nila were to-

His focus quickly turned to the Klingon badgering him on about something, and it was the chair he was sitting in apparently, given the very unsubtle tone and demands. Paper Romulus looked to Mezran curiously, yet with an unamused demeanor. He quickly realized, or rather assumed, that Mez was probably testing him on proper Klingon "etiquette" that he had been talking to them about.

After breathing a unamused sigh, he simply simply stood up from the chair, and gestured for Mez to take the seat without much care in protesting. He didn't care much for this so called "etiquette," as Wilhelm knows he has witnessed such behavior many times before from recently conquered barbarian men who were inducted into Levy Battalions, and those sorts of men typically didn't last long on the field, especially when shoved to the front against opposing armies.

Not that Levies in the Wilhelm Imperium were usually expected to survive long, having been designated as repurposed shock infantry composed of recently subjugated men and woman in ample enough fighting shape, often being those who were also POWs during the campaign to forcibly take their homes. Of course the Levies were only a small part in the Imperium's mechanism to displace and strip the original identity of conquered people, and it made Paper Romulus shudder to think his real self had either forgotten or ignored what he's been doing for 17 years.

He merely hoped the brewery quite he remembered quite fondly back home wasn't too well guarded or monitored. As despite all the inhumanity the Imperium has to its sheer capacity, he doesn't intend to murder one of his own people if he could help it, even if he was only the paper version of his real self. At least not for the sake of alcohol, no one's life was worth killing over that.

---

Nivea
Dining Room

It didn't take long for Nivea to spot her friend, Amanda, arriving to the Dining Room. Her mood risen a little, if only from seeing a familiar face, but her she was aching mentally from the events of yesterday. Maybe Amanda could help to relieve some of her stress and troubles? The thought came to the courier as she got up and walked over to the Lawyer.

Approaching her as she was looking through cupboards, Nivea began to speak up once see got within a few feet. "Morning Amanda, I see you are looking for something? I guess I could probably use some more coffee myself too, heh. Are you holding well from after yesterday morning?" She then asked her, wondering how she felt about it after the fact.

[Primordial Luxa]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

Insidious’s skin turned a tan shade slowly growing to resemble Mez’s own. She soaked in his lesson on Klingon culture with genuine interest and appreciated. She wasn’t as worried about getting into a fight as she was about being respectful. That and she thought it best to pay attention to other people's explanations of their homeworlds so when they inevitably traveled to hers, they would pay just as much attention.

What she heard, however, was not very reassuring. She knew the Klingon’s were martial, but she found it irritating that such a mentality would trickle down into every level of interaction. She was happy this was only a trip and not an extended visit.

Mez’s demonstration pushed home the point well, and she got the feeling that this would be harder than it sounded. She had to give Romulus credit though. If some muscular fellow demanded her seat she probably would have made an issue out of it as a kneejerk reaction. The General’s more calm temper was one to emulate on their upcoming trip.

[Saldinado]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

Now introductions were over, and things like that, the group soon found themselves aboard the ship Strumpet, which was quite convenient for them to have on them. But nevertheless things where going by rather quickly and orderly without little to any problems. Making their way inside the ship, Henry sighed to himself and stood up and observed the technological advancement that was inside of the ship.
The thought of having a drink and a feast after this was done. The idea of having something new and different began to make his mouth water to the point where a small drop of drool escaped his mouth for which he wiped up and had his cheeks turn a soft pink hue hoping that nobody saw that.

Soon after, the Klingon opened his mouth to talk about how his home's culture worked and what to do and what not to do there. What a rather...interesting group of citizens. Not really something that he can understand, but the same thing can be applied to his time back home on Earth. Each culture is different and all that respecting others and stuff like that. Same old, same old, nothing different. He'll just have to learn not to do anything stupid and such like that. He could hold himself in a fight that's for sure, but if they were anything like the Klingon that's standing in front of him, then he was going to have a really bad time. Nodding to him he turned around for a moment only to jump up at the sound of his voice booming across the area telling the paper one to move out of his seat which he obliged to, although with some hesitance. Deadpanning to the exaggeration, he walked over towards the wall of the ship careful not to be in the way of Mez; he wasn't taking any chances on being yelled at so suddenly for a simple misunderstanding.

All he did know that whatever type of alcohol is being held there at his world must- or better in this case- be worth it if this was what they were going to have to deal with during the entire time there. He shuddered to think what were to happen if they were to have to have an extended stay there for any unknown reason. And so, he just folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, remaining quiet to take in the silence for as long as possible before any sort of orders or conflicts will be partaken by them. Alcohol and appetizers. Liquor and lunch. Daiquiris and dessert. Those were something to look forward to for this adventure.

[Holy Lykos]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

So, the Klingons were as boisterous and raucous as his people were? This certainly would be a fun time! The rivals part was a bit more subdued for his culture, however. Either way the promises of food, drink, and festivities were exciting prospects to the Viking. The way the Klingon described his home, he felt the alien would be just at home in his, if only a bit chilly. If they were lucky of course, they could visit Aland during the summer months of course. While not balmy by any stretch of the imagination, it was plenty warm and sunny enough for any to be comfortable. Of course, to a Norseman chilly weather was perfectly comfortable, and Mediterranean weather was stifling!

But then this business with Romulus and Mezran trying to show how a klingon acts! Sigtrygg couldn't help the mirth playing across his face, his bearded countenance breaking into a grin and some hearty chuckles as Romulus politely got himself up. "No no no, Strategos!" Sigtrygg had picked up that Romulus was a General earlier, and used a term he was more familiar with of course. "Do not be such a meek lamb, it brings shame in both my and Mezran's cultures, from what I understand of his. Be assertive, and strong!" He gave a toothy grin, nodding to the General made of paper.

Sigtrygg though, was more concerned about what this bloodwine Mezran was mentioning often tasted like! Such a drink must be only for true warriors, and those strong of stomach and heart!

[Torrocca]

Fungi to Forget

Hectaros
Paper!Willow
Caleb
Aiden

"What the hell? Someone’s gotten into the farm again, hun!"

A feminine voice, sounding distant yet near all the same, brought the young soldier, no longer clad in the steel he'd worn the night before but now just the plainest of clothing, from his slumber brought upon by a drunken stupor. "Wh-AHH!" was all he could vocalize, as he shockingly found a small reptilian pressed against his body. He wouldn't give it a chance to respond, as he violently threw its arms off him and quickly crawled away, until his back met the rough trunk of a tree. Except... it wasn't a tree, as he discovered upon looking up, but instead an incredible mushroom, towering several feet over him. He looked hastily around the area, and found the story to be the same elsewhere; it was more incredible than the foreign inventions he'd seen when he first arrived to the land. Nothing like it existed back home; it was beautiful in Hectaros' eyes. It wasn't something he'd fawn over for long, however.

"Where... where in the Nine Hells is my armor?" he muttered, looking around to find it all missing. His belt, with his sheathed sword firmly pressed to one hip and his dagger to another, was still on his person, but the steel that had saved his life many times over several years was no where to be seen. "And... where am I?"

[Northwest Slobovia]

RAIDERS of the LOST BOOK

OPERATION: BIBLIOPHILE
LOCATION: Alexandria, Egypt, Dimension 257P
RotLB

“It's a pleasure to meet you, you may have overheard but my name is Primus of Massilia. I trust the trip was mostly pleasant for you as well. I don’t mean to pry but what has brought you to this illustrious city?” [...]He liked the woman almost immediately and let it show. .

Flavia responded to the Baron's shift in body language with a friendly smile and an open face. “Massilia? More and more intriguing.” She glanced down as Nick bumped her leg, and followed him with her eyes for a few seconds, smiling indulgently has he disappeared behind her.

She returned her gaze to Primordial's face. “My family has cats too, though of more typical appearance, along with several caged birds. Your cat reminded my children of how much they missed their pets.”

“My brother and I are here to help one of our friends who's having some difficulties with the city fathers. We think we might be able to assist in smoothing some ruffled feathers. And you? What brings you to this new city in an ancient land?”

"Is this good, Sandy? Ooh, I hope we can visit!" He tried to focus on the sharp, clear lines of the architecture - the rest could blur, and did. A foggy image with lines hinted at by subtle gradients of shade yet defined by ineffable sharpness overlaid Sandy's (and to a lesser extent Primordial's) mind's eye[.]

”Perfect!” Sandy stopped his study of the temple's details as he waited for Nick's and his vision to snap into a single image...

”It's huge!” That much had been obvious to start with, but now Nick and Sandy knew the dimensions as though they'd measured them with a ruler. The peak of the roof was just a touch over one hundred feet high, which Sandy took to be exactly 100 Alexandrian feet. Likewise, the columns must be ten local feet across, giving the whole thing an incredible width of over 275 feet. How this temple failed to be included on any list of wondrous sights?

Sandy resumed his careful examination of the building, now armed with the sizes of its features. ”How does it stay up? Magic?” Nick – and the Baron, if he was paying attention to the telepathic conversation – simply understood Sandy's bafflement. The pillars were more than thick enough to take the weight of the roof, but Sandy imagined the architraves spanning the thirty foot wide gaps between them breaking under the load. Sandy's mind filled in how arches would bring the weight to the columns, but the temple clearly lacked those.

[The Starlight]

Fungi to Forget

Hectaros
Paper!Willow
Caleb
Aiden

A stab of pain piercing through Caleb's mind finally awoke him, and his bleary eyes closed tightly and then opened up again. He wished he hadn't opened them, and cursed the day that a friend had introduced him to alcohol. It was as if someone was using his head as a drum, and cymbals were clashing while something pressed against his chest. It was, however, a feeling, a condition still inferior to the ultimate kind of hunger he had only suffered twice in his life. But there was something blocking his view, no something on his stomach, and the newcomer widened his eyes to see what he could only describe as a rabbit griffin. He saw shadows of it, flitting in and out of his view, and he peered at it, finally seeing the rabbit griffin in whole. It was, in a word, adorable. Sure, it had fangs that were digging into his skin, but it had antlers! And wings, like a chicken, only it looked like the rabffin could actually fly.

He lifted a shaky hand to its fur, and it was soft, and throbbing with life. "I don't suppose you breathe fire, do you?" He muttered to the animal. "Because that would make everything---no way..." He said as the rabffin began to open its mouth. But his attention was drawn away by the sheer amount of matter within his stomach. He had apparently eaten more in one night than he had ever done before. "Holy cheese sandwiches and take me to the kitchen! Chessus!" His power wasn't even able to tell him what things were in his stomach, something that rarely happened. All Caleb knew were their shapes, as he absentmindedly picked up the crumbs all over which and began eating them. He was never one to let food waste. And all the other things, the familiar things such as bars of metal that his power should've known, were nowhere to be found or at least identified, in his dimensional stomach. All the answers he was getting from it were loopy as if his power itself was drunk.

Finally noticing his surroundings, he looked up to see mushrooms the size of trees encircling him, with particles all around in the air. There were a couple bites in some of the mushrooms that his fellow compatriots in inebriation were near, which was almost certainly his work, but he didn't remember how they tasted. He couldn't remember anything from the last night, and it infuriated him. All those meals, all those breads and condiments, and vittles gone! He had to remember! He had to!

Looking up at the mushroom trees again, he wondered how they tasted. He was sure he could handle the poison if there was any. A part of him, a voice on his right ear whispered of the dangers of eating unknown food in an unknown place on a planet he had just arrived on yesterday, but Caleb's stomach ruled his body, not his brain. "For food!" He shouted, and dizzily got up, only now spotting the progenitor of the female voice. "Did you say farm? I suppose these," he said, waving at the mushrooms, are consumable?"

[Swith Witherward]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious
Marcus

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

A sense of relief had washed over Marcus as he glanced at the Residents climbing on board the shuttle. Giovenith wasn't in their number. Oh, he missed her, and yearned to spend time with her, but not on the ship they were going to. The whole damn craft embodied Lust, much to his chagrin. The cyborg and his godling simply weren't at "that point" in their relationship. The notion was only made worse once he entered his quarters to stow his belongings: The painted ceiling tended to shift its colors and shapes, portraying the godess with flowing hair while suggesting all the naughty things he could be doing with her, or to her, with or without her consent. It had drawn a growl of appreciation from him upon first sighting it. The politically correct side of his mind beat the feral side into submission, promptly bitch-slapping his hormones and wilting his glory.

The Targs safely stowed, Marcus found his way to the dining room to claim a seat near Minerva's side of the room. He said nothing as the lesson progressed, though he filed the information away in his processor.

Klingons were the Mezran Dimension's answer to Greenskins, or so Minerva supposed as she lurked in a corner and listened to the Xeno's lesson. Alright, the former weren't a very complex version of a lichen, nor did they survive long if hacked to bits, and they certainly had better manners... but, in the end, both races seemed to thrive on aggression. While she didn't approve of "24/7" bluster, she certainly understood the reasons behind it. It wasn't necessarily about being top dog. Rather, it was also a means to establish camaraderie. Besides, she tended to get on well with Orks, so it only made sense that Klingons would be just as enjoyable to interact with.

Minerva's eyes, nearly hidden by velvety black lashes and half closed lids, slid along the seam to study Insidious before alighting on Henry. Neither were brutish. Neither would squeak by without somebody challenging them. Hmph, easy marks as a means to establish one's superiority within one's own ranks. This put both beings at a risk. Romulus' weak acquiesce only made matters more dire, in her opinion. Klingons, like the Greenskins, might interpret it as cowardice. Minerva tapped her tongue against the back of her incisors, then strode forward.

"We will most likely use the same methods as in a prior visit, masking us to not startle the population," her fingertips swept flaming red hair back, neatly tucking it behind her ears as she joined Mezran and Romulus. "You will appear visually similar to Captain Mezran. The Klingons on Qo'Nos won't know that they're dealing with humans or Squib, nor paper men or Luxans. You must be prepared to offer appropriate social responses to small challenges, even if you must also suffer a few bruises for your trouble. To know when it is appropriate to interrupt a challenge between others. Honor is earned."

She offered a nod to Romulus before pressing a fingertip against his shoulder, indicated that he should move over a tad. "It is one thing to fight for a cause, and quite another to take a stand for something you feel belongs to you...such as the right to this chair."

"And you," she growled as her hand lashed out to snatch onto Mezran's powerful wrist, "have no right to make a claim to mine." Her mischievous eyes widened as she cast her gaze upon him. A wry smile exposed the glimmer of white enamel, daring him to rise to her challenge.

They were grossly outmatched. Mezran was a solid mass of muscle and sinew, with bristling brows and facial hair enhancing his rugged features. She was tall and of slender frame, though voluptuous in all the right parts. Her elegant hand held considerable strength thanks to her inner daemon, but it seemed as frail as tissue paper compared to the toughened flesh and joints slowly curling in protest of her grasp. He had the potential to paint the walls with her blood, if she wasn't quick on her toes, but rarely would such basic challenges come to that... not when some blustering or a brief scrum would suffice.

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DINING ROOM

Puhim ina hammbrmumblemumbly, moaned Thaddeus' handler. Tired lids cracked upon on one eye to reveal a dilated pupil. Mumbly mumblemmm something something what?

Thaddeus didn't understand, either, but he had nothing better to do at the moment, and it was likely the multiverse was waiting for him to get off his ass to remedy that. How befitting his handler that the old cyborg, still a bit singed from the explosion, adopted a pained shamble as he exited his apartment and ventured up the stairs.

Mumblegrunt.

Alright, he wasn't that bad off. Not really. The nanites flooding his system (and a bit of Neste tomfoolery with what remained of his cells) had allowed for some healing during the night. He still shambled... because this writer says so, and this writer is in no mood to be trifled with today. Oh bother. Now he's bitching because I'm not taking his character seriously. *rolls eyes*

Let's try this again...

Neste remained lost in her own thoughts as she navigated the corridors. With Septimus off on his own business, and the Residents on a bit of R&R, she really hadn't much else to do that day. She followed her nose towards the strong scent of kimchi and stumbled upon Thaddeus in the halls.

He had recovered nicely from his explosive ordeal the day before. Though still a bit singed in places, his nanites and a bit of cellular persuasion on Neste's part, had restored what little remained of his organic tissues. She noted the repairs to his mechanical bits, but found greater interest in the sack clutched in his hand.

"Wootiti?" her head tilted to regard a possible free meal.

His grunt implied his unwillingness to disclose things. The scowl that followed made it very clear that he wasn't about to share the contents, either. Neste let it go, choosing instead to follow him into the communal dining room to find Amanda and Nivea rooting through cupboards.

The pair filled mugs with coffee from the nearby stand and made their way towards a table by the windows.

"Septimus on holiday?" the cyborg grunted as he removed a plastic container form the bag and popped its lid. The pickled scent intensified but the contents-

"Good Lord, you're not going to eat that, are you?" Neste's brows nearly vanished as she caught sight of the rodent creature nested between leaves.

"Don't be an ass." Thaddeus gave the container a shake to rouse the naked mole rat. It slowly gathered its legs under it, and remained hunched, shivering in the pale morning sunlight. The cyborg sighed. "We don't have much use for the TNMR anymore. Not with the babblefish arrival. This one was left outdoors last night." He arched a brow at the Construct. "I found it in the shrubbery outside the hospital."

Neste's head cocked. "Why does it reek of fermentation?"

"No idea," Thaddeus shrugged as the naked mole rat placed two pickled paws on the container's edge to haul itself out. He offered a finger to it, easing it from the container and onto the back of his hand. "Doesn't say much, either."

"Are we sure it's a translator?"

The shoulders once again indicated Thaddeus' indifference. "Time will tell."

[Second Helghan Empire]

Fungi to Forget

Hectaros
Paper!Willow
Caleb
Aiden

Aiden woke gently at first with something tickling his ear and face. As he slowly rose up nursing the head ache and coughing at the aftertaste of a night of drinking till he vomited and drinking some more. However when he opened his eyes and the tickle continued he gently reached up to find what caused the sensation.

A sharp shout and soon Aiden was on his feet making sure that he pulled each of the little bugs off. After he stopped for a moment and looked around he realized he didn't know where he was. Near him the others were also waking up and beginning to try and grasp their surroundings. Tree sized mushrooms stood by the group, an odd thing that didn't help the confusion brought on by a hangover.

He hadn't been in his new life for long, but Aiden was less stunned about the giant mushrooms than he would have been even a day before. Now to say less stunned simply meant not catatonic. Aiden still noted his migraine increased tenfold looking at the alien flora.

"I think the only one that can safely eat them right now would be you." Aiden pointedly said to Caleb. "Though I could really go for something fried to settle my stomach."

[Holy Lykos]

Fungi to Forget

Hectaros
Paper!Willow
Caleb
Aiden

The woman, a short, rather squat woman with age lines and slightly graying black hair, rolled her eyes at the pony's response. Wasn't the first time she'd heard something to that effect. "Yes, its a farm. Some of the mushrooms are edible, mostly the smaller ones but this in particular is part of the touristy garden path my husband insisted we added. Fool man must have forgotten to properly lock up the gate last night."

"Coming, honey!" A male voice responded, from somewhere off in the mushroom forest that extended outside. The woman nodded before turning her attention to the rest of the group.

"I trust you all have at least some Runes still on you? We'll need some reimbursement for the damage to the farm. Since it seems you were out of it by the time you arrived, luckily those damages will be slight. A bit of labor this week can also suffice." She seemed remarkably calm for just finding a bunch of hungover intruders. Must be a common enough occurrence it wasn't more than a mild annoyance. But she did raise an eyebrow at the rabbit creature that was now continuing to rest on Caleb's feet, after hopping off.

"You have a wolpertinger? Must have visited the exotic pets shop in the Market district yesterday, if he's a new addition to your family. I bought a chamrosh, a sort of relative of the gryphon, from them a few years ago. They make excellent guard beasts." But at that she snickered a bit, rolling her eyes as an equally strange beast loped into view.

With a body of a dog(a labrador in this case), and head of a falcon with wings to match, the chamrosh looked rather regal. "But as you see, Lucy seems to have gotten a bit lazy yesterday." At the mention of her name, and the woman bending over slightly to give it a pat on the head, Lucy squawked happily and flapped its wings proudly.

[Northwest Slobovia]

Modern Times

"Morning Amanda, I see you are looking for something? I guess I could probably use some more coffee myself too, heh. Are you holding well from after yesterday morning?"

Amanda stopped opening cupboards and turned to Nivea with a weary sigh. "I've been better. I've seen worse, much worse."

"We blundered into a trap Charlie warned us about. That was stupid. The only reason we're still alive is because whoever's nightmare was in that tent wanted prisoners, nor corpses. That, and Charlie gave his life to buy us time to rescue the others." There was a moment's pause as Amanda reflected on that. "We should tell Ayla. Ayla Mercer, she's the mayor of the Burrows, so that she can make sure Charlie's family knows he died a hero."

"As for the rest: the X7's were part the tent's warped magic, so I didn't mind shooting them. And the people we moved to the first aid station were a mix of people who'd gotten some attention already and people I didn't get a close look at. Even with the jeep's headlights, it was dark enough that I couldn't make out any really gorey details."

"I'm thankful for that; I saw much worse when we first got here. Demens can't drive worth a damn, and he dropped us into a battle. One of our mages' magic ran away from her and did really horrific things to hundreds of people that left gaping wounds. Sandy was up to his elbows in blood trying to keep them alive." She shivered for a moment. "But yesterday wasn't so bad: some people had Giovenith's birds plastered over their wounds, others were bandaged, and did you see? Some had some kind of skin grafts. That has to been advanced technology. We must have picked up a high-tech medic. Anyway, I didn't try to look closely at the few we had to bandage ourselves. So, on the whole, not so bad. Just worse than it should have been."

[Mincaldenteans]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious
Marcus

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

Mezran laughed in approval of Minvera's claim. She had let go upon his nodding head and peered through the group with a questioning stare. Sigtrygg clearly understood, his own people damn near reflected the Klingon's and Minerva had caught on quickly to Mezran's crash course in Klingon culture. Of course, he was sure it wasn't the first time her lads had grumbled about the Klingon and his singing during the last two trips to Qo'Nos, or the fact they had to contend with a mutated tribble monster on the way back to Bielefeld.

"Sigtrygg and Minerva are correct: You must stand your ground, General. You all will do well to remember that," he gestured lightly across the room. Minerva did a fine job, staking the seat as her own, but remember not to do that and then give the seat away to the General after; it would make him look weak among my people and likely damage your standing as an equal as well. The females are generally more lenient in that regard about position, but do not mistake understanding for kindness, they are terrifying beauties in their own right and do more than just hurt a klingon's pride," Mezran explained, moving away from Minerva and the General as he circled the table once more.

"Your delicate sensibilities will be tested to the utmost. What humans call 'proper behavior and etiquette' seldom placate my people. If anything, it has an opposite effect. When we arrive on Qo'Nos, Captain Blackwater, I request we scan the planet first, to determine the technology level of my people and from there I can decide how best to approach this."

He hoped the request wouldn't be too much of a hassle. The last two times he journeyed to his homeworld, he was fortunate enough for the magical tricks of the crew, but there being put into the past mean delicate handling of the situation. The last journey was anything but delicate, with Varth under siege and their participation of the final defense was bound to send ripples. The captain tried not to think about the consequences of that (also because this Klingon won't into temporal mechanics), only of the glorious adventure he had been fortunate to share with a close few.

"You there," Mezran growled out, a hand pointed at the young human, Henry. Mezran turned his head, his smile was more a grimace as he challenged the human, "Do you think yourself better than us, to separate yourself from the group, standing at the wall? Or perhaps you feel more attached to yIngtaGh, out to serve and not be seen!"

[Primordial Luxa]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious
Marcus

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

Insidious bristled slightly at wrinkled her nose at the display but soak in the lesson. That was the Luxan in here she supposed, but she tried, once again, to not think like a Luxan. She put herself into the mindset of a Klingon. She didn’t paint a flattering picture, and her mind’s eye was biased quite heavily by her own experiences, but she didn’t let it show. She would act the part, but they didn’t mean she understood it or respected it.

If she were called out like Henry, she would have to make a physical gesture. Get up and close showing she wasn’t afraid to get physical. Speak in a loud barking tone with as much crass and sass as she could muster. A gruff rebuttal that was insulting but was more about asserting dominance than putting someone down. Perhaps a quid about being too good for the rest of them and being interested in their trivial problems.

She pulled herself out of the masculine molasses and relaxed by soaking in the surroundings. The Strumpet was, in her mind, a perfect ship. She will have redecorated the DEiMOS in a similar fashion if Primordial let her. She would have preferred a different color purple, but the hedonistic delight tickled her pink. She had to hold back from running her hands through her body at the sure perfection of the structure. She must think of a way to get Minerva to show her more of the beautiful ship.

RAIDERS of the LOST BOOK

OPERATION: BIBLIOPHILE
LOCATION: Alexandria, Egypt, Dimension 257P
RotLB

Primordial smiled as he nodded along with the women conversation. “I am here with some recent acquaintances studying some very esoteric and singular historical subjects. It’s quite dull actually, merely fact checking at the library but it’s the only place this sort of thing can be reliably done.” He tried to be vague as possible so if he needed to change or alter his story later he could without contradiction.

Looking down he scooped up Nick and gave the women another polite bow. “I wish you the best of luck on your own endeavors. But I must be departing with your permission. It has been a joy meeting you although I advise you to watch the cats around here. I doubt they will be as understand as mine to your children.”

When Flavia allowed him to leave he slinked off with Nick on his shoulder to stand beside Sandy and admire the architecture.

He tilted his head a bit as if in thought before saying, “In Luxa we would have modified local dimensionality and space-time to allow for an irregularity or perhaps built it using non-euclidian principles to break standard barriers. But I doubt that is occurring here. Sandy if you allow me I could use my powers to bounce a spatial signal and see if any alien sorts of force at work.”

[Tiltjuice]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious
Marcus

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

Calani’s reaction closely echoed Insidious’, but the entertainer was less irritated and more in a quandary. She knew there were those on Rigel who prized honor and aggression and the martial life as fervently as Mezran’s people did. The Houses of Mangal, Fenollosa, and Bortkevičius had been serious thorns in the sides of SynthTek Enterprises, Blacklight, and Cudgel in turn. Their true motives, if any, were known only to themselves, as it seemed that they fought each other as much as they did the corporations. All of which posed a bit of difficulty for the Lodge, as far as staying out of politics went. Besides the veil of mystery, none of the Houses was precisely shy about seeking out the Lodge’s services, but demanded that no Consort engage with its current rivals.

Mezran’s people, though, seemed not to match the competitiveness of the three clans, only their sheer energy and tenacity. The oldest ways were best, when supping at this sort of table, the teachers had told them. She’d never had cause or chance to test it, having ventured out to Command Post Hercules, away from where the clans held sway.

Her gaze shifted to Captain Blackwater as the other woman stalked over to Mezran and the General. The tip of her tongue ran along the backs of her teeth, sight unseen, as she took in the scene.

"Your delicate sensibilities will be tested to the utmost. What humans call 'proper behavior and etiquette' seldom placate my people.

A person without Lodge training might have swallowed. Loudly. A Klingon could have scoffed, unless she missed her guess. Calani settled for freezing her breathing for a second, then letting the air whisper out so that only someone standing next to her could have heard. It didn’t bode well, in any case.

Still on edge, she smoothed down her dress. All of it was a fascinating mix. She wondered what would come out of it, as she glanced curiously at Insidious, Sigtrygg, Marcus, and Henry.

[Chedastan]

Nivea
Dining Room
Modern Times

The courier only nodded solemnly at the Lawyer, her memories of the morning before having been burned to eternity with images of carnage and butchery of innocent villagers. She considered Amanda to have been lucky to not be able to see the same gruesome scene the way she herself had witnessed with much greater detail thanks to her eyes, she wanted to envy her. Nivea was almost beginning to think that her eyes were becoming a special kind of curse at this point, but then she remembered there'll be many more horrific sights for her to bear witness to next and long afterwards.

So in the end it didn't really matter whether it was night or not, as regardless there will be many tests to her resolve ahead, and all that is required of her is to stand as a testament of strength and valor in the very faces of evil and injustice.

She then immediately recalled what good they did managed to pull off yesterday, and it helped to at least further reinforce her more on the fact that she was a Chosen of Demens for a very good reason. Still though, it remained rather hard for Nivea to imagine that they actually did accomplished anything on that dreadful morning, at least when compared to everything else that happened too.

She tried to think positively, despite all adversities to even giving the most warming of smiles after all they've been through together as a Building since she arrived. After relaxing herself, she calmly moved her warm and slightly red cheeks to put her lips in a upside down arch, then thinking of how silly it was to make a smile complicated, she began to show her teeth and gave radiant and proud smile to Amanda.

"I guess we did do well last morning helping those villagers out. And I think going to this Ayla Mercer would be a good idea, Charlie did help us greatly back there, he deserves his heroism to be more well known." She said to Amanda, feeling a tad more upbeat now, but there was still a sign that she was still affected by what had happened.

[Giovenith]

Fungi to Forget

Hectaros
Paper!Willow
Caleb
Aiden

Runes? Labor? Oh no, that was not Paper-Willow's style at all. What could he do to get out of this?

"Papa?" His eyes grew bug-eyed. "Papa is that you?"

The paper pony stumbled off the cloud in a hurry and dizzily walked over to the man of the farmer's couple. He stood on his hind legs and squished the man's cheeks with his hooves.

"Oh Daddy, is that you?!" Paper-Willow's lip trembled and his pupils grew huge. "How did you get here?! Did that rainbow dragon from last night bring you back to me? Oh Papa, I thought I lost you to the fires!"

Paper-Willow gripped the man tighter, burying his face in his chest, and proceeded to sob loudly, keeping his face pressed down to hide the fact that he couldn't produce tears.

"I told 'em not to give me to Aunt Mable Papa, but they didn't listen! She did things to me, things with with juice! I prayed every night to our god that they would take me away from that horrible place and give you back," he cried. "And now, it's finally come true! Oh Daddy please don't leave me again! Please!"

Paper-Willow slid down in apparent desperation to the man's legs and gripped onto then tightly, wailing hopelessly for his "dad" to let him stay there on the farm. It would seem to the observer as though whatever he had been on hadn't completely worn off yet.

[Chedastan]

Fungi to Forget

Hectaros
Paper!Willow
Caleb
Aiden

The Kobold Barista was naturally startled awaked from her cozy and slightly drunken slumber when her newly wedded nesting mate suddenly threw her tight hold off him in alarming surprise. Fifi initially wondered if she had done something to upset her recently hitched Hectarollie, which she almost cursed herself for because it would've made it the fourth time this year her nesting mate wanted to abandon her because she wasn't good enough for them!

But she quickly squinted her violet eyes and saw that there was a older 'umie lady whose name had escaped Fifi since the last time she wind up at the shroom farm, and she was demanding reimbursement like that other time! She got to her knees and begged the old 'umie, "Oh please, oh please! I'll do anything to get the runes like last time! Please don't tell my boss lady from Lizardbucks about this!" She exclaimed to the old mushroom farmer almost exactly like she did before over three weeks ago.

---

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious
Marcus

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

The Paper General merely only gave a light humph, that was soon followed up by a reluctant sigh of breath through his paper lungs as he stood by and simply watched Minerva take the chair he gave up, and stood around longer to have listened to both Minerva and Mez explain to him more about what he really should've done. Of course now he was standing around without a seat like a fool caught in the headlights, and was now too embarrassed to try and take another one. He guessed he should've known better than to try and think his attempt at apathy to Klingon culture would work here.

It was much too easy to ignore foreign cultures back in the Wilhelm Imperium considering that most of them encountered by their scouts weren't going to be around for long afterwards when the rest of the army arrived. The Paper Romulus cursed himself internally for letting that normality get the better of him in this kind of place though, having felt he should've known better given he's been here for months already. Though he also guessed he might've been too used to stuff happening quickly as well, granted that he was made a General just over a year ago.

He tried to form a sentence to try and justify and explain himself, but was stopped in between the movement of his lips when Mez then went to challenge Henry who had broke off from the rest of their group. It was probably for the best at the moment anyway, as what more could he had even tried to say to make himself look less like a fool already? Probably not much.

[Saldinado]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

With his arms folded over his chest with his eyes remained closed in a tired and rather annoyed expression, Henry opened one eye at the location of the voice to see a finger pointing at him. A grimace placed across his hard and rough face that showed seriousness and authority as he challenged him. Was he going to do this to the rest of them as a form of test as to how well they can handle pressure and the rather aggressive nature of his people? That, he did not know. But he did know that he will have to come up with a way sure that he doesn't be seen as a threat towards the Klingon, yet not show his up most weakness and submission to him so suddenly. It was like animistic behavior. He was the alpha male of the group and in order to be accepted, he must obey to him, yet not give in to him.

Bringing his glasses up towards his face as they slid down on the bridge of his nose, Henry walked over towards where Mez was and stood in front of him looking him dead into his eyes. A mixture of blankness yet sternness washed over his face as he cleared his throat and spoke to alpha male.

"No, I am not thinking that I am better than any of you sir. I did because it's a natural tendency for me to do so. Doesn't mean that I can stand next to you and just think that I am better than you. Just allows me to get a sense of my surroundings and access what we must do and how to do it when the job is called upon to do so. But if you feel as though your dominance is threatened, then I will stand near the group for now. This is your ship I suppose, so I believe that you give us orders and we do them, I suppose. Find by me. I've been given commands long enough to know what is needed from me. And seeing as you're the primary one that knows their way around the planet along with what to do and what not to do, I don't see why I should be better than anyone else, especially you.

But just a little tip on human culture: What we humans call 'proper behavior and etiquette' as you say is the commonplace thing for the majority of the population, but that doesn't mean that we have lost our natural instincts and reflexes. If challenged and feel as though are threatened enough greatly, then those behaviors and etiquettes are thrown out the window as we will test our dominance and make sure that we don't take orders from anyone. Even if that means that one person, or everyone has to bow down sooner or later. Regardless of who it is. Just a word of advice, as it's up to you whether you take it or leave it."

His expression remained the same throughout however the tone of his voice sounded rather nonchalant and rather composed as if he was having a casual conversation with the man. Grunting softly, he stared at him without moving yet, waiting to see what he will do next.

Now how will the alpha male react next? There would be some form of aggression from him, I know that. But in what way? Would he attack me outright? Perhaps challenge me to a form a duel for his dominance and his ability to guide us. Just have to wait I guess.

[Mincaldenteans]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

The human had missed the mark by yammering so much that he actually offended the klingon and didn't even realize it. Clearly he had not been 'assessing' and paying attention as he so claimed. At least the General had the good sense of taking Mezran's demonstration and criticism with care, Heny on the other hand, threaded on danger at the edge of a knife. Klingons had little patience for verbosity, and even less for foolishness.

Mezran shook his head in utter disapproval and poked at Henry with two fingers, just enough force from the hulking brute to push the human back a couple steps. The grimace that swept his rugged alien features slowly darkened into a scowl while his ragged teeth became more prominent by the passing second, "Your 'advice' would have you gutted were you actually on my vessel! Take your seat, p'taQ, before I shove you in it!"

The klingon spat his next words, "'Dominance'. Another human term that has no value among my people! We take! We act! We do not disseminate attitudes and behavioral patterns! There is only strength and weakness, make sure my people don't smell it on you like I do now!"

He almost threw his hands up in frustration and turned away from Henry before he made good upon his threat to manhandle the young man. The mane of his rough hair shook, while his words became sharp and to the point, "Human mannerisms, do not speak of it, I am well aware: All words and no action! No! You will pay attention, H'Nri, for I am talking about my people and what you must expect while you accompany us! You must walk with confidence and you must maintain yourself as an equal - even in a group! You will act, think, and emulate to the best of your ability in order to blend in! The veil that will conceal you as a Klingon is the only defense you have!"

"Fortunately for you, I do not anticipate any fight or challenge," Mezran sneered, "You would hardly be worth the trouble even from an old warrior on his last breath, even less from one in his prime. Bah, I tire of this lesson and in need of drink! We approach Qo'Nos soon: be rested and ready."

[Holy Lykos]

The Multiversal Booze-Run

Sig
Mez
Minerva
paper!Romy
Calani
Henry
Insidious

Location: Strumpet
Destination: Qo'Nos

Sigtrygg simply watched the proceedings with interest, and let out a quiet little chuckle from how badly the other humans were at picking up the culture of Mezran's people. It was simply remarkable how similar the klingons were to his own people. Not exactly perfect, for he had heard no mention of something like the Aesir and Vanir, but it would be presumptuous to assume everything was the same. Of course there was always the chance some of the Aesir may join them during the feast at home. They often walked among the Norse, according to legends. Sig had even heard tell Odin himself had helped his father write the codified legends of their people down, with the poetic mead of the gods itself.

Plus, it wasn't like Sigtrygg hadn't met at least some of them himself. Loki in particular!

The viking was actually quite eager to be among the Klingons though. It might be refreshing. He was used to being around many like Henry. The Romans and Greeks were very... civilized, as they liked calling themselves. Self-assured of their own superiority despite a crumbling empire. At least their alcohol was strong, even if they looked down on him and his kind for drinking it undiluted. Bah, who would purposefully make their alcohol swill by mixing it with other liquids.

"It is to my homeland we go after Qo'Nos, correct?" Sigtrygg asked Mezran, getting up from his own chair as he did. "It should not be hard to convince my father to hold us a grand feast. Slaying a Jotunn, even a figment such as that one, is no small feat." The Norseman thought a question could help calm Mezran from the disappointment of the other humans. Sig himself was a bit disappointed anyway.