A Neko's Resurrection (Open, MT-PMT, Attn. Floor Kippers)

[Des-Bal]

"I...I don't know how to put this but...I doubt both that and your basic sanity..."

"Never confuse sanity and intelligence."

"Never separate them."

OOC: It's endless ._.

"I've built an entire species, I've also mistaken statues for evil clones. Entirely seperate constructs."

[Willenburg]

"I...I don't know how to put this but...I doubt both that and your basic sanity..."

"Never confuse sanity and intelligence."

"Never separate them."

OOC: It's endless ._.

"I've built an entire species, I've also mistaken statues for evil clones. Entirely separate constructs."

"So you're saying you're a paranoid egomaniac? I'm aware you're attempting a simile, I just don't see how this relates."

[Israslovakahzerbajan]

"I've built an entire species."

"Out of a brother and his sister..."

[Willenburg]

"I've built an entire species."

"Out of a brother and his sister..."

"The Over Race is based on incest, then? How ironic..."

[Des-Bal]

"I've built an entire species, I've also mistaken statues for evil clones. Entirely separate constructs."

"So you're saying you're a paranoid egomaniac? I'm aware you're attempting a simile, I just don't see how this relates."[/quote]
"Exactly, there is no relation. Insanity and intelligence are two seperate things"

"Out of a brother and his sister..."

"A lovely story really, though I and Vincent are the only living 'natural' Lytch however there are hundreds of Second Stage Lytch all thanks to me."

[Chaos Crescent]

*Sess scratched his head, feeling a little awkward in this conversation, but decided to contribute anyways* "Uh, I planeswalk sometimes." *he said with a shrug* "And once I went outside of the happenstance supporting the existence supporting this multiverse...THAT was odd. Nothing even was or made any sense or even any nonsense."

"Multi-verse, then. New Amerik was rudely ripped from it's world, and placed here. Occasionally, we go back, but never for long. The people here have never heard of the United Affiliates of Japan, the People's Republic of Africa, or even the big damn Eurasian Socialists!"

"Can you blame them not everyone can go to different dimensions." Brant said
"We only went to a few even went to one that had absolutely nothing living." Mikan said
"Planeswalker eh met one had to contain her she was suffering from madness." Iris said

[Des-Bal]

"The Over Race is based on incest, then? How ironic..."

"My sister is long dead, truly a lovely story if you'd like to hear."

[Willenburg]

"Can you blame them not everyone can go to different dimensions." Brant said
"We only went to a few even went to one that had absolutely nothing living." Mikan said
"Planeswalker eh met one had to contain her she was suffering from madness." Iris said

"It's a common enough side effect. The mental shock of leaving one's corporeal form often overwhelms people just in and of itself."

[Orlkjestad]

Dr. Gregor Anderssen took his final notes on the operation. He finished up eating his meal, when he noticed the mecha.

He took out his cell phone and took a picture.

He then said to Johnny,

"How long has THAT been there?"

[New Amerik]

OOC: Well, we still have some conflict (probably), but the dead woman's been raised. Do we start to the beginning of the end, start to move our seperate ways, or continue this inane drivel? TG me your responses, thoughts, question's, or idea's for this rp and any future ones, and we'll go from there.

REMINDER: the thread is not closed. We're still rping, though what happens next....well, we don't know yet!

IC: "And what, may I ask, is so troubling ironic about incest? New Amerik let's most people marry who or what they want, and several of our doktors here are in incestious relationships. Indeed, Des-Bal's former representative met a couple at the Hall the last time he came here.

You ate her, didn't you? It seems the most likely answer."

[Willenburg]

"The Over Race is based on incest, then? How ironic..."

"My sister is long dead, truly a lovely story if you'd like to hear."

"Better idea: Get on resurrecting her, and tell me when you succeed so I can hear the story from her."

[Des-Bal]

"The Over Race is based on incest, then? How ironic..."

"My sister is long dead, truly a lovely story if you'd like to hear."

"Better idea: Get on resurrecting her, and tell me when you succeed so I can hear the story from her."

"Bit of a problem there. You see New Amerika is quite correct. As a matter of fact I did eat her. She looked so perfect, like a doll or something hanging by her neck like that."

[Willenburg]

"And what, may I ask, is so troubling ironic about incest? New Amerik let's most people marry who or what they want, and several of our doktors here are in incestious relationships. Indeed, Des-Bal's former representative met a couple at the Hall the last time he came here."

Oh, I mean no offense, the irony was playing off the conception of incest as contributing to degradation of the genomes; as DNA is coded in triplicate, when two siblings or close relatives mate, they both share the same defects, so portions of DNA are only copied twice, as the error in one of the triplet codes is inherent in both progenitors."

[Willenburg]

"The Over Race is based on incest, then? How ironic..."

"My sister is long dead, truly a lovely story if you'd like to hear."

"Better idea: Get on resurrecting her, and tell me when you succeed so I can hear the story from her."

"Bit of a problem there. You see New Amerika is quite correct. As a matter of fact I did eat her. She looked so perfect, like a doll or something hanging by her neck like that."

"Well, you are coming along nicely then; soon you will be culturally as advanced as the lowest of the early African savages."

[Israslovakahzerbajan]

"The Over Race is based on incest, then? How ironic..."

"My sister is long dead, truly a lovely story if you'd like to hear."

"Better idea: Get on resurrecting her, and tell me when you succeed so I can hear the story from her."

"Bit of a problem there. You see New Amerika is quite correct. As a matter of fact I did eat her. She looked so perfect, like a doll or something hanging by her neck like that."

"Mr. Lecter?"

[Des-Bal]

"The Over Race is based on incest, then? How ironic..."

"My sister is long dead, truly a lovely story if you'd like to hear."

"Better idea: Get on resurrecting her, and tell me when you succeed so I can hear the story from her."

"Bit of a problem there. You see New Amerika is quite correct. As a matter of fact I did eat her. She looked so perfect, like a doll or something hanging by her neck like that."

"Well, you are coming along nicely then; soon you will be culturally as advanced as the lowest of the early African savages."

"How exactly do you think hyperintelligence, strength, and telepathy are possible? With the relatively low output of energy caused by the conversion of ATP into ADP from eating a Lytch would be permanently hungry and still unable to access the breadth of its abillities. Class Beta Lytch feed on blood in an entirely different sense, by breaking down hemoglobin in a unique process I produce far more energy."

[Willenburg]

"How exactly do you think hyperintelligence, strength, and telepathy are possible? With the relatively low output of energy caused by the conversion of ATP into ADP from eating a Lytch would be permanently hungry and still unable to access the breadth of its abillities. Class Beta Lytch feed on blood in an entirely different sense, by breaking down hemoglobin in a unique process I produce far more energy."

"Hah. Another glorified vampire. And I thought Bacilli Version D was the last I would have to hear of. Will I never be rid of these damned leeches who cannot live but on the very lifeblood and virtue of other sentients?"

[Justorica]

Lazarus detonated the mini bomb he had planted under the 2nd row of bleachers. He then shot half a round into the crowd of guards and delegates. he quickly ran up to the resurrected women, got behind her, and put his gun to her head.

Amass all the confusion, Lazarus shouted "Give me the machine you used to raise her and every goes away from this okay, except those already hurt."

[Israslovakahzerbajan]

"Uh, sir...Your shoe is untied."

[Willenburg]

"Uh, sir...Your shoe is untied."

OOC: Here I was trying to figure out some sort of appropriate response, and then that came. Bravo...bravo.

*at that moment, Sess's neck and brow muscles contract with incredible violence. Unseen, a small plug of compressed ice blocks the gun barrel. The density of the ice is quite high; it bears a weight of approximately 30 kg/cm, and will weight the gun down quite a bit as well as halting a shot from it. Sess's head swims from his exertions; he falls to one knee for a brief moment, then rises, dashing towards the man whils still clutching his forehead.*

[Des-Bal]

Johnny flips a table and takes cover.
One more shot he thinks clearing his mind. He reaches into the darkness in a final effort to contact his former servant.

Can you hear me? Wake up! It's Johnny, You know me. I freed you, I saved you. You remember Lytchfield? I fixed your smile, I made you perfect. Wake up! I know you can hear me! I know you're in there somewhere! Please me! Fill this hall with blood! I freed you! You are no slave!

Wake UP!

[New Amerik]

At this point, a guard jumps in front of the intruder, bringing his halberd up to the neck to dissuade it from continuing. The Dean stnds tall, and begins to bring out his various arms, each swiveling to reveal a scalpel ready to go.

" What fool is this? There has been no machine. We used implants, fans, and electricity, but as of yet we haven't shown off any machine.....Aim!"

With a whine, the remaining guards that hadn't been injured moved to aid the delegates, while the wounded ones staggered back. The Terror Mecha began to charge it's cannons' as it playfully 'tiptoed' behing the madman. The massive defensive batteries began to heat up, and searched for the target. This was a change of pace, that much could be said.

The Neko inside the cockpit begins thrashing, the Anti-virus systems of the mech being overridden. With a last attempt, the machine started a final defense, taking the memories of the virus and.....giving them to the girl.

The girl stared as the memories came back. Lytchfield....Johnny......Johhny

The Mech gladly aided her as she turned towards Johnathon, the melded minds of girl and machine now working. The name changed. No longer was it Brother Johnathon she received memories of.

It was UNAMERIKAN.

[The Rich Port]

*gulp*

The screen went dark, before posting the following picture on it's screen:

[Willenburg]

*Reaching the scene of action, he grasps the bewildered neko about the waist, kicking violently towards the armed man's stomach, knowing at least his first shot will not hit anyone. He twists his torso quickly, bringing the consistently misfortunate woman out of the path of immediate danger.*

[Willenburg]

*gulp*

The screen went dark, before posting the following picture on it's screen:

OOC: ROFLCOPTERS