Personification Life - IC Part 7.5 [open]

[New Aksarben]

(ooc- Torsie said anything you want)

Albert ordered some food he wanted, a ham sandwich with cheese, and waited for Ray to decide. Jacob began eating the food he had already ordered, which was chicken soup.

Ray ordered a gourmet cheeseburger that he had found on the menu, alongside a bottle of some local Coke variant and french fries. "I have semi-simplistic desires," he giggled to Albert after the waiter left.

Albert shrugged. "Sometimes simple things are the best things...." He smiled at Ray as he said that.

[Swith Witherward]

Thriller grunted a little before kicking Swith with both of his feet, knocking her off the couch. he then curled up into the fetal position and smiled a bit.
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Yanluo smiled a little and nodded his head a bit before taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I got nothing other than recruiting, but I got others who could spread that faster than I could." Lucius replied.

"Eh?" Swith grunted after being unceremoniously dumped on the floor. She had a feeling Thriller was only in twilight sleep... or faking.

"RAAAA!"

She pounced. Her matrix was fairly light, so there wasn't much pressure from her knees or elbows, but a pounce was a pounce and she landed on him nimbly, straddling him and pawing at the back of his shirt in search of another bare patch of skin.

"Heeeheheeehee!"

--

"We might want to try the Conservators," Blythe suggested. "There's a new one named Luce. He's level-headed and not really one for rushing into battle. He can also manipulate time like Minerva, which could be helpful."

[Erucia]

Albert shrugged. "Sometimes simple things are the best things...." He smiled at Ray as he said that.

"Like love...oh dear God, that's cheesy," Ray buried his face back in Albert's shoulder again. "But my body, nor yours, isn't simple. They're very complicated. Actually, love is kinda complicated when you think about it."

[New Aksarben]

Albert shrugged. "Sometimes simple things are the best things...." He smiled at Ray as he said that.

"Like love...oh dear God, that's cheesy," Ray buried his face back in Albert's shoulder again. "But my body, nor yours, isn't simple. They're very complicated. Actually, love is kinda complicated when you think about it."

"Yes, that was very cheesy, mei Vuples..." Albert said chuckling a bit.

[Germanic Templars]

Thriller grunted a little before kicking Swith with both of his feet, knocking her off the couch. he then curled up into the fetal position and smiled a bit.
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Yanluo smiled a little and nodded his head a bit before taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I got nothing other than recruiting, but I got others who could spread that faster than I could." Lucius replied.

"Eh?" Swith grunted after being unceremoniously dumped on the floor. She had a feeling Thriller was only in twilight sleep... or faking.

"RAAAA!"

She pounced. Her matrix was fairly light, so there wasn't much pressure from her knees or elbows, but a pounce was a pounce and she landed on him nimbly, straddling him and pawing at the back of his shirt in search of another bare patch of skin.

"Heeeheheeehee!"

--

"We might want to try the Conservators," Blythe suggested. "There's a new one named Luce. He's level-headed and not really one for rushing into battle. He can also manipulate time like Minerva, which could be helpful."

He eventually rolled off of the coach taking Swith with him and crushing him under his weight. He maybe be slightly graceful when he slept, but he was a heavy sleeper.
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"Er, I guess, more the better."

[Erucia]

"Yes, that was very cheesy, mei Vuples..." Albert said chuckling a bit.

Ray giggled back and rubbed his nose against Albert's, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment.

[New Aksarben]

"Yes, that was very cheesy, mei Vuples..." Albert said chuckling a bit.

Ray giggled back and rubbed his nose against Albert's, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment.

Albert's face got red as Ray did that. Their food arrived, and Albert started eating his sandwich. "You're so cute, Ray...." He whispered to his boyfriend, between bites.

[The BranRiech]

Bran shrugged and waited for Torii's indication to leave Yuktograd. He was eager to get out of the city and into Torsiedelle, a close ally of his home nation.

"So . . ."

--

After graciously accepting her upgraded Nanosuit from Edge, Kei set about trying it out. The new abilities really only made her somewhat stronger, and nothing about her physically changed, since her human form, or whatever form she took, was usually always a facade. She knocked on Lucius' door to ask some details, and if Tieria could join them.

[Erucia]

Albert's face got red as Ray did that. Their food arrived, and Albert started eating his sandwich. "You're so cute, Ray...." He whispered to his boyfriend, between bites.

Ray blushed as he was about to bite down on his burger, and then got to doing so after a few moments. "As cheesy as this burger, Albert," he rolled his eyes as he swallowed the bite he had took. "But I will admit, you are quite beautiful yourself."

[Swith Witherward]

He eventually rolled off of the coach taking Swith with him and crushing him under his weight. He maybe be slightly graceful when he slept, but he was a heavy sleeper.
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"Er, I guess, more the better."

"eep!" Swith remembered back to the start of the Gliese trip... when even the heavy dub step bass of a Noise Marine's weapon discharge hadn't woken Thriller. Crap. "EEEP!"

She scrambled a bit under him, twisting this way and that without much luck. Then she mentally kicked herself. What am I? Naomi??! She could easily carry Bran and Natiya around when they were dead asleep, despite her small size. She drew her hands and arms back in and moved them until her palms were flat against Thriller's chest. And then she bench pressed him, propping his torso up with her arms.

"Hey," she said, jostling him a bit.

She pulled her leg up, followed by the other leg, placing her feet flat against his belly so he was momentarily supported by all four of her limbs. The effort got him to the height of the couch, and she tipped him so he flopped sideways onto his back. This, of course, left that bare patch of belly exposed, only now it was more than just a small patch. Pleased with the turn of luck, she leaned forward and began her nipping again, growling and laughing in delight.

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"Well, let's get recruiting," Blythe smiled. "No sense it waiting until the last minute.

Xanthe waved Blythe's suggestion off. "Lucius, you said you'd been to the catacombs before... do you think you could draw a rough map of them?"

[AETEN II]

"Yes. A sonar device, custom made. She's blind and it'd be good for everyone if she didn't have to be escorted for her safety, not to mention explore the city on her own. Anything you have on hand or could create yourself that would fit the description and be the size of a small electronic device?"

Volturius asked the small insect, which to him was more or less the size of an insect, the wasp-like creature only came up to his hip. Thankfully the bug was by Tipper, and thus at an angle he didn't have to twist his neck to look at.

"Yes. I can build something easily that would do the job. I'll have it ready within a day, possibly with some additional features I can think of. I'll just scavenge a sonic sensor from a droid and re-purpose it for something to fit on her forearm. Possibly with a heating device for additional information."

Pryfyn nashed his mandibles violently when speaking, basic was a hard language for an insectoid to speak, let alone one that had three jaws effectively. But the words rolled out fine.

"Price will be set upon completion, depending upon time and parts used. Come back within five hours or so and it should be done. First I'll have to finish up this droid for the bar."

The Colicoid then shooed Volturius and Tipper out the door, not giving an apparent damn that he was quickly shoving out a frightfully large astartes- he'd seen more intimidating creatures before, and there was work to be done.

Tipper giggled as her feet met the sidewalk pavement. "Oh, I like him! He's quirky."

The sunshine felt good on her exposed arms and face and she breathed in the city smells. "Well, five hours is a long time. What shall we do to pass it? Did you want to find a weapon for hunting? Perhaps there's a weapon manufactorum here? Would they also carry armor?"

"Not that I know of. Also, the armor I had in mind was, exotic. Xenos made. Something lighter than normal ceramite, possibly weaker, but just easier to get into as apposed to mine. While it's likely some of the strongest armor in existence, like all Astartes power armor- it takes an annoying amount of time to dress."

"Anyone you know of that has knowledge of the area?"

[New Aksarben]

Albert's face got red as Ray did that. Their food arrived, and Albert started eating his sandwich. "You're so cute, Ray...." He whispered to his boyfriend, between bites.

Ray blushed as he was about to bite down on his burger, and then got to doing so after a few moments. "As cheesy as this burger, Albert," he rolled his eyes as he swallowed the bite he had took. "But I will admit, you are quite beautiful yourself."

Albert's face got really red, but he continued eating. "Thank you, Ray.... It was cheesy though, what I said..." Jacob continued eating his soup, humming to himself.

[Erucia]

Albert's face got really red, but he continued eating. "Thank you, Ray.... It was cheesy though, what I said..." Jacob continued eating his soup, humming to himself.

"Yeah, but that's what makes it kinda fun," Ray replied as he put his free (and clean) hand on Albert's. He continued wolfing down the burger, occasionally stopping to drink his Coke.

[Torsiedelle]

Bran shrugged and waited for Torii's indication to leave Yuktograd. He was eager to get out of the city and into Torsiedelle, a close ally of his home nation.

"So . . ."

--

After graciously accepting her upgraded Nanosuit from Edge, Kei set about trying it out. The new abilities really only made her somewhat stronger, and nothing about her physically changed, since her human form, or whatever form she took, was usually always a facade. She knocked on Lucius' door to ask some details, and if Tieria could join them.

Torii checked her phone. "We leave when you guys are ready.", Torii said. "Next destination ain't that far away."

[Tiltjuice]

Chrys, having flicked through the Polish/Greek menu, went with an old classic. Dolmas and retsina.

"Sounds good," she said to Torii.

***

Luce was still waiting on Denise.

[Swith Witherward]

"Not that I know of. Also, the armor I had in mind was, exotic. Xenos made. Something lighter than normal ceramite, possibly weaker, but just easier to get into as apposed to mine. While it's likely some of the strongest armor in existence, like all Astartes power armor- it takes an annoying amount of time to dress."

"Anyone you know of that has knowledge of the area?"

It was at that precise moment that a familiar cog boy stepped out of a book shop across the street. He was holding a novel published by something called The Black Library and his eyes were glued to the pages as he walked.

Tipper, being blind, couldn't see him.

[New Aksarben]

Albert's face got really red, but he continued eating. "Thank you, Ray.... It was cheesy though, what I said..." Jacob continued eating his soup, humming to himself.

"Yeah, but that's what makes it kinda fun," Ray replied as he put his free (and clean) hand on Albert's. He continued wolfing down the burger, occasionally stopping to drink his Coke.

Albert held onto Ray's hand, and continued to eat with his free hand. He nodded in agreement with Chrys. Jacob said, "I would need to get my things from the hotel, and I think Albert and Ray need to as well."

[Tiltjuice]

She gave him a look.

"There's always alternatives to that, you know. Virtual reality? Hunting animals? Or you could join me in this private investigator work. With your armor, the kind of weapons that might be used against you wouldn't scratch the finish."

"You wouldn't understand. My taste for warfare isn't tiny skirmishes and small firefights, it's planetary campaigns involving hundreds and thousands of troops. Of course, that was in the good old days."

Ozzall then shrugged at Dora before picking up again.

"You wouldn't understand. It's hard to explain. While war is completely horrifying- don't get me wrong, we're bred for war, but we still aren't immune to shellshock and horror- nothing compares to a galactic campaign. Fighting the Vong was fun, it felt good. No questioning your actions, no doubt- just putting those bastards into their graves. It's the campaigns afterwards that got bad. Putting down rebellions is messy. While I miss action- I don't miss combating those problems."

By this point, Dora was beginning to sway a bit.

"I kinda see where you're coming from. It's different when the people on the other side don't look like people, what? Easier. Cleaner, probably, too." She sounded a bit bitter as she said that, and then finished off her latest drink with a swig.

"At least you're clear of all of that, here, away from your Empire."

[Erucia]

Albert held onto Ray's hand, and continued to eat with his free hand. He nodded in agreement with Chrys. Jacob said, "I would need to get my things from the hotel, and I think Albert and Ray need to as well."

Ray finished his burger after a few minutes, and moved on to the french fries. After a couple, he picked on up and held it in front of Albert's mouth, wanting to see if he would eat it.

[New Aksarben]

Albert held onto Ray's hand, and continued to eat with his free hand. He nodded in agreement with Chrys. Jacob said, "I would need to get my things from the hotel, and I think Albert and Ray need to as well."

Ray finished his burger after a few minutes, and moved on to the french fries. After a couple, he picked on up and held it in front of Albert's mouth, wanting to see if he would eat it.

Albert blinked when Ray put the french fry in front of his face. He smiled, and ate it. "Thanks, Ray." He said with a smile.

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Sig was trying to figure out where he could get some food from in the kitchen. He was looking nearly everywhere except for the refridgerator. "Var är alla de livsmedel?" He said in his native language, as he scratched his head and looked around the room.

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Octavian was wandering around the building, not really doing anything. He was pretty bored, and it showed on his face.

[Germanic Templars]

He eventually rolled off of the coach taking Swith with him and crushing him under his weight. He maybe be slightly graceful when he slept, but he was a heavy sleeper.
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"Er, I guess, more the better."

"eep!" Swith remembered back to the start of the Gliese trip... when even the heavy dub step bass of a Noise Marine's weapon discharge hadn't woken Thriller. Crap. "EEEP!"

She scrambled a bit under him, twisting this way and that without much luck. Then she mentally kicked herself. What am I? Naomi??! She could easily carry Bran and Natiya around when they were dead asleep, despite her small size. She drew her hands and arms back in and moved them until her palms were flat against Thriller's chest. And then she bench pressed him, propping his torso up with her arms.

"Hey," she said, jostling him a bit.

She pulled her leg up, followed by the other leg, placing her feet flat against his belly so he was momentarily supported by all four of her limbs. The effort got him to the height of the couch, and she tipped him so he flopped sideways onto his back. This, of course, left that bare patch of belly exposed, only now it was more than just a small patch. Pleased with the turn of luck, she leaned forward and began her nipping again, growling and laughing in delight.

--

"Well, let's get recruiting," Blythe smiled. "No sense it waiting until the last minute.

Xanthe waved Blythe's suggestion off. "Lucius, you said you'd been to the catacombs before... do you think you could draw a rough map of them?"

Thriller then slapped Swith off of him with enough force to knock her back onto the floor. he quickly shot up and looked around the room. To his surprised, he found Swith on the floor.* "Hey, Sweetness, why are you on the floor? Did you roll off the couch again? No wait, you fell asleep on the floor, but why? Also, why do you have a red mark on the side of your face?"
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"Can't remember really, was busy running from damn tentacles to realize or remember the layout of the area."

[AETEN II]

"You wouldn't understand. My taste for warfare isn't tiny skirmishes and small firefights, it's planetary campaigns involving hundreds and thousands of troops. Of course, that was in the good old days."

Ozzall then shrugged at Dora before picking up again.

"You wouldn't understand. It's hard to explain. While war is completely horrifying- don't get me wrong, we're bred for war, but we still aren't immune to shellshock and horror- nothing compares to a galactic campaign. Fighting the Vong was fun, it felt good. No questioning your actions, no doubt- just putting those bastards into their graves. It's the campaigns afterwards that got bad. Putting down rebellions is messy. While I miss action- I don't miss combating those problems."

By this point, Dora was beginning to sway a bit.

"I kinda see where you're coming from. It's different when the people on the other side don't look like people, what? Easier. Cleaner, probably, too." She sounded a bit bitter as she said that, and then finished off her latest drink with a swig.

"At least you're clear of all of that, here, away from your Empire."

"The rebellions weren't human. While they had humans in them, you had your aliens thrown in for good measure, if not completely. While they're enemies of the Empire all the same, the difference is that the Vong were a galactic invasion. Those fuckers came in with the intention to enslave, kill, and rape every inhabitant of the galaxy, typically in that order. We put the fuckers down, hard. It felt good, the losses were worth it, and we were heroes worshiped by the public- which is a rare experience for a Clone. Typically our existence is barely acknowledge, with our roles being 'average'. It felt real good. Then of course you're back to the grinder."

"And no, I'm not clear. I found a new galaxy by random teleportation. Now there's a squadron in orbit, a Star Destroyer over the bay, and inbound expansion into the galaxy. So no, you can't really get out of it. You have to rise up the ladder in order for any 'escape'."

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"Not that I know of. Also, the armor I had in mind was, exotic. Xenos made. Something lighter than normal ceramite, possibly weaker, but just easier to get into as apposed to mine. While it's likely some of the strongest armor in existence, like all Astartes power armor- it takes an annoying amount of time to dress."

"Anyone you know of that has knowledge of the area?"

It was at that precise moment that a familiar cog boy stepped out of a book shop across the street. He was holding a novel published by something called The Black Library and his eyes were glued to the pages as he walked.

Tipper, being blind, couldn't see him.

Volturius waved over the Cog Boy, or to put it more accurately, grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged the man over to face Volturius and Tipper.

"Is there a Manufactorum shop somewhere around here?"

[Swith Witherward]

Thriller then slapped Swith off of him with enough force to knock her back onto the floor. he quickly shot up and looked around the room. To his surprised, he found Swith on the floor.* "Hey, Sweetness, why are you on the floor? Did you roll off the couch again? No wait, you fell asleep on the floor, but why? Also, why do you have a red mark on the side of your face?"
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"Can't remember really, was busy running from damn tentacles to realize or remember the layout of the area."

The red mark faded away... she was more indestructible than her daughter. Unfortunately, the light hickies on Thriller's belly would take more time to heal. She rolled backwards, laughing. "You smacked me in your sleep because I was chewing on you," she giggled between breaths.

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"There are tentacles?" Blythe's eyes widened. "Anything else we should know about?"

"Other than Death is certain so use your brains?" Xanthe advised her.

--

"Volturius?" Drastus' smile sprang into life and he grabbed the Chaos Space Marine's wrists. "Volturius! HA! Look at that!"

He turned his head to view Tipper, but she'd already recognized his voice and was reaching out for him. He held out a hand to clasp her own. "Hey there, Tipper. Good to see you!"

His smile widened. "Manufactrum? Yes, depending on what you need. We're all up at the observatory. To be precise, we're under it. How've you been? You and Tip just vanished one day. We thought you'd been eaten by Nids."

[The BranRiech]

Octavian was wandering around the building, not really doing anything. He was pretty bored, and it showed on his face.

"Hello, buddy." Drova's sly voice sounded from the other side of the hallway as he passed, smirking at his enemy.

"How're things these days? Still killing off your own people?"

[Tiltjuice]

"The rebellions weren't human. While they had humans in them, you had your aliens thrown in for good measure, if not completely. While they're enemies of the Empire all the same, the difference is that the Vong were a galactic invasion. Those fuckers came in with the intention to enslave, kill, and rape every inhabitant of the galaxy, typically in that order. We put the fuckers down, hard. It felt good, the losses were worth it, and we were heroes worshiped by the public- which is a rare experience for a Clone. Typically our existence is barely acknowledge, with our roles being 'average'. It felt real good. Then of course you're back to the grinder."

"And no, I'm not clear. I found a new galaxy by random teleportation. Now there's a squadron in orbit, a Star Destroyer over the bay, and inbound expansion into the galaxy. So no, you can't really get out of it. You have to rise up the ladder in order for any 'escape'."

"So what does it take to rise up the ladder?"