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Postby Swith Witherward » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:10 pm

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The BranRiech wrote:"Let's see . . . I spy . . . Something huge in our sky." Natiya giggled as she looked at the two ships flying in.


"I wonder what it could be." Aleki replied
Swith Witherward wrote:"You're welcome," Naomi shouted after him. Grinning like a child, she went downstairs to check the mail.

Swith chuckled and followed Thriller to the roof. Some storm clouds loomed in the distance and the city lights were beginning to twinkle on. "Let's hope everything gets taken care of quickly," she sighed. "If we're not here when you return, we might be back on the island for the holidays."



"Everything will don't worry." Thriller replied. He over heard Aleki's statement and walked over to him giving a reply. "Those ships are our tickets back home to finish a fight that should have been won long ago."

Aleki looked back at Thriller in his mech suit. "Sir?"

"Gliese is in complete disarray, and I need every available pair of walking boots to help regain order and peace into the galaxy."
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The cab ride took little time. Soon the heavenly scent of cooking pork (oh the irony of that non-kosher statement) filled the hallway outside Lucius and Xanthe's door.

--

"Define 'a lot', Envy" Blythe said as she pulled on a shirt. "Last we saw you, you were chasing after Wrath." She stepped into a pair of shorts. "What happened after that?"


There came a distinct knock on the door. "Getting it." Lucius opened the door to see an 8 ft, snake-like character with the mouth and snout of Superbia, except he had eyes on his sides and nostrils. His scaly skin was the color of jet black.

"Gluttony? What are you doing here, besides being attracted by the smell?"

And with a deep baritone, croaking voice, Gluttony replied, "I am here to request both your, Superbia, and Envy's assistance. The balance in Hell have been.. Shall we say, unbalanced in the favor of the Monger."

"Wrath?"

"Yes. Him."

"And you need our combined help?"

"Yes, we do. Hell does. Before we begin that, what is it that you are cooking?"

--

"A lot and that is all, my sweet succubus."

Swith sighed. She walked over to Aleki and kissed his cheek. "It's 'so long' for now, I'm afraid. We'll miss you, Sparks."

She turned back to Thriller and dug the twins' gift out of her pocked. "Alright Emperor Popcorn, you hold on to this. When things get heavy, it's here to bring you cheer." It was a simple locket of silver with a latch that could be easily opened by his mech suit. The right-hand side had a small picture of Swith, Siduer and Sydney clustered together and smiling at the camera. The left side had a lock of hair from each twin protected by a clear panel. A melody played from it when it opened, part of the song that Swith sung to her family during the darkest hours, and one of a collection that she sometimes used in the past to banish Bran's nightmares.

--

"Got pork?" Xanthe peered around Lucius to smiled at Gluttony. "Another demon from your dimension?" she asked the archangel. "Well, the more, the merrier, but leave some for us!"

--

Blythe tilted her head towards Superbia. "Your group is so weird, Soups."
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Postby Giovenith » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:13 pm

Giovenith was a bit confused by Jacob and Blossom's conversation, not being used to discussing history. She laid down and curled upon the couch, blinking and watching their conversation, feeling quite snuggly. "It sounds very complex..."
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Postby Cerillium » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:27 pm

Germanic Templars wrote:He looked at her and the camera in a bit of a daze before realizing that they were getting their picture taken. He slung and arm over Wren's shoulder and look at the camera with a light smile.

Wren giggled and flung her arm across Barox's lower back. She smiled just as the camera flashed.

"Okay," she eagerly said as she walked back to the device. She checked the image and then brought two small balls from her pocket which she proceeded to download the image to. She handed one ball to him and slipped the other stuff back into her pocket.

"To see, you just push this little blue button and the image projects like a solid picture. It's small, though. Push the button again to make it close. It won't need to be charged in a hundred years. I thought it would be funny to get a "founders' picture". We can look back on it decades from now and laugh."
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Postby Erucia » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:29 pm

Ray had been quite for Gio's duration of being in the apartment with Albert and Jacob. The news of Yoshi's death was understandable, and he didn't feel incredibly bad because he hadn't known him. He'd never been in a so-called "Real War" before, but he understood the dangers of going out each day and not knowing whether you were going to go home that night to people who cared. Family and friends waiting for you to come home. Friends expecting you to go out and get drinks with them at 7:40 sharp. Family wanting to know how your day was in a phone call, wanting to know if you'd like to come over for dinner on the weekend. Little sisters who are worried sick each day, you telling them not to worry about your life. Mothers who want to get you in the next Christmas photo, and who want to know if you've met anyone yet. Fathers who sit down with you on the couch and share a cheap canned beer with you, who want to show you their power tools collection.

Still, he felt somewhat upset at Albert for lying to him about someone's life. And while he could understand trying to keep the mood happy, he refused to accept that Albert was there: he buried himself under pillows and had moved himself away from Albert's petting, wanting none of it for lying. But could he really hold it against his brother? After all, Jacob seemed devastated to learn that Yoshi had been killed, and was only now seemingly recovering from the trauma because of Gio and Blossom's company.

However, after a little while, a question began to dawn on him. Something that had been bothering him for several days. "...H-Hey, Gio?", Ray muttered, his head propping up from underneath the pillow. He moved into an upright position next to Albert, in order to appear less silly. "You said that gods are a species, right? So how many of them are there? And where are they all at?"
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Postby Giovenith » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:34 pm

Erucia wrote:Ray had been quite for Gio's duration of being in the apartment with Albert and Jacob. The news of Yoshi's death was understandable, and he didn't feel incredibly bad because he hadn't known him. He'd never been in a so-called "Real War" before, but he understood the dangers of going out each day and not knowing whether you were going to go home that night to people who cared. Family and friends waiting for you to come home. Friends expecting you to go out and get drinks with them at 7:40 sharp. Family wanting to know how your day was in a phone call, wanting to know if you'd like to come over for dinner on the weekend. Little sisters who are worried sick each day, you telling them not to worry about your life. Mothers who want to get you in the next Christmas photo, and who want to know if you've met anyone yet. Fathers who sit down with you on the couch and share a cheap canned beer with you, who want to show you their power tools collection.

Still, he felt somewhat upset at Albert for lying to him about someone's life. And while he could understand trying to keep the mood happy, he refused to accept that Albert was there: he buried himself under pillows and had moved himself away from Albert's petting, wanting none of it for lying. But could he really hold it against his brother? After all, Jacob seemed devastated to learn that Yoshi had been killed, and was only now seemingly recovering from the trauma because of Gio and Blossom's company.

However, after a little while, a question began to dawn on him. Something that had been bothering him for several days. "...H-Hey, Gio?", Ray muttered, his head propping up from underneath the pillow. He moved into an upright position next to Albert, in order to appear less silly. "You said that gods are a species, right? So how many of them are there? And where are they all at?"


"No, they're not, I was just using the word to make it easier to explain some things about them," said Giovenith, sitting back up. "Species is a little too... mortalish. Pffffft..." She flopped back. "Countless. Everywhere. Nowhere. Both. Nothing specific can be put into solid words."
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Postby New Aksarben » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:46 pm

Both Jacob and Albert decided to be quiet and listen to the conversation between Giovenith and Ray. Both knew where their gods resided, Olympus and the other mythical locations of their beliefs. Albert realized that Ray was likely angry at him, especially by how Ray had been sort of hiding for a while, so he made sure to stay as far away from Ray as possible, as much as they could on the three cushion couch. He looked a bit remorseful, but not an extreme amount. It was then that he realized he didn't know what Ray believed in exactly. He had no idea which gods, or singular god Ray worshiped, if any. So he decided to vocalize that.

"Um.... Ray? I don't think you've ever told me what Gods you follow..... Since we are on the subject of gods, which ones do you follow?" Albert asked, looking over at his boyfriend, a serious expression on his face. He was serious about this, and very curious about what his boyfriend believed in. He doubted he would be following the same gods as Albert, and he had no idea which religions were important in Ray's universe.
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Postby The BranRiech » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:50 pm

"Well, there are two ships, guess which one." Natiya grinned, unveiling her sinister plan. If Aleki guessed wrong, the world was at stake! Not really, but wouldn't it be cool if it was?

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Postby Germanic Templars » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:52 pm

Swith Witherward wrote:Swith sighed. She walked over to Aleki and kissed his cheek. "It's 'so long' for now, I'm afraid. We'll miss you, Sparks."

She turned back to Thriller and dug the twins' gift out of her pocked. "Alright Emperor Popcorn, you hold on to this. When things get heavy, it's here to bring you cheer." It was a simple locket of silver with a latch that could be easily opened by his mech suit. The right-hand side had a small picture of Swith, Siduer and Sydney clustered together and smiling at the camera. The left side had a lock of hair from each twin protected by a clear panel. A melody played from it when it opened, part of the song that Swith sung to her family during the darkest hours, and one of a collection that she sometimes used in the past to banish Bran's nightmares.

--

"Got pork?" Xanthe peered around Lucius to smiled at Gluttony. "Another demon from your dimension?" she asked the archangel. "Well, the more, the merrier, but leave some for us!"

--

Blythe tilted her head towards Superbia. "Your group is so weird, Soups."


"Um.. Bye, Swith." Aleki really didn't have much of a reply, mainly due to this all being new to him.

Thriller gave a final hug and a thank you to Swith. "Alright now, what I am about to do next is going to be a bit of a surprise to the whole city, so don't be in shock when you see clone trooper flooding the streets, they are merely passing through. Something I set up with the city officials to allow my clones to hide in case another invasion or such."

--

Lucius chuckled a bit. Xanthe, this is Gluttony you are talking to, best eat before he can. And save me a sandwich. Need one on the go here real soon."

--

"What is foreign to someone is domestic to another." Cain said.

"Err, what he said."




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Germanic Templars wrote:He looked at her and the camera in a bit of a daze before realizing that they were getting their picture taken. He slung and arm over Wren's shoulder and look at the camera with a light smile.

Wren giggled and flung her arm across Barox's lower back. She smiled just as the camera flashed.

"Okay," she eagerly said as she walked back to the device. She checked the image and then brought two small balls from her pocket which she proceeded to download the image to. She handed one ball to him and slipped the other stuff back into her pocket.

"To see, you just push this little blue button and the image projects like a solid picture. It's small, though. Push the button again to make it close. It won't need to be charged in a hundred years. I thought it would be funny to get a "founders' picture". We can look back on it decades from now and laugh."


He stared at the orb, he gave a small smile with the last bit of what Wren said. He then looked up and gave her a hug. "Thank you."

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Postby Cerillium » Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:54 pm

Germanic Templars wrote:He stared at the orb, he gave a small smile with the last bit of what Wren said. He then looked up and gave her a hug. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she hugged in back. "Hungry? I thought we might head over to the building and see about dinner with Naomi and my dad."

"Don't worry," she added in a whisper, "Naomi's gotten a lot better at cooking."

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Postby Swith Witherward » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:01 pm

Germanic Templars wrote:"Um.. Bye, Swith." Aleki really didn't have much of a reply, mainly due to this all being new to him.

Thriller gave a final hug and a thank you to Swith. "Alright now, what I am about to do next is going to be a bit of a surprise to the whole city, so don't be in shock when you see clone trooper flooding the streets, they are merely passing through. Something I set up with the city officials to allow my clones to hide in case another invasion or such."

--

Lucius chuckled a bit. Xanthe, this is Gluttony you are talking to, best eat before he can. And save me a sandwich. Need one on the go here real soon."

--

"What is foreign to someone is domestic to another." Cain said.

"Alright," Swith wiped a tear from her eye and smiled at Thriller. "Mum's the word, Cornelius."

She looked up at the ships overhead and back to Thriller. "Hey, Emperor Popcorn. You come back from war safe and successful. And don't ever forget that I love you." She held her head high and grinned at him.

--

"Please, I may be stuck in angelic form, but I'm still from the other pantheon," Xanthe laughed. She hefted the roast from the oven and gave the pan a mighty shake. The contents sloshed inside. "Now... pork to go," she smiled and pulled the tinfoil away to revealed meat falling off the bone. "Time is of little consequence but if you two tell anyone I did that, I'll hunt you down!" She whipped two sandwiches together and slipped them into plastic baggies for the pair.

Impulsively, she wrapped Lucius in a hug. "Good luck, Lucius. And you, too, Gluttony," she smiled at the demon.

--

"That's true," Blythe grinned. "And does anyone smell cooked pork?"
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Postby Cerillium » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:11 pm

Ogoti stepped from the shadows. He'd been standing in them for a small while. He placed a small plush virus on top of Thriller's box.

"For Sapphire," he explained and then moved off to the side. "Were Klaus here, he'd say "good luck Kaiser" to you. I say "Good luck, brother. Fate be favorable to you."
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Postby The BranRiech » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:13 pm

"W-wait, you're leaving?" Natiya suddenly froze up. All the talk of leaving, Thriller's appearance on the roof as well, and then Swith? Yeah, it was a sendoff alright, something she never wanted to do, not in a million years.

But she needed to be strong for Aleki, for she knew, that he would be strong for her if the situation were reversed.

"Well . . . Good luck I guess? I've never done this before, not on this notice."

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Postby Tiltjuice » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:21 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:Dimitrus tapped on the front desk of the apartment lobby. "Um, hello?"


There was a clawing noise from somewhere low down inside the desk.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:25 pm

Tiltjuice wrote:
Torsiedelle wrote:Dimitrus tapped on the front desk of the apartment lobby. "Um, hello?"


There was a clawing noise from somewhere low down inside the desk.



"Hmm?"

Dimitrus was curious as to what was making the noise. She leaned over the desk and peeked to see what was there, hoping it was a person.
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Postby Primordial Luxa » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:30 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:Katya gulped, pushed her fear aside, and bowed towards the cult members. "We're the Dimitrov Sisters, we live with Primordial at the apartment. I'm Katya, and this is my sister, Tora."

Torii waved. "Yo."

.....

Dimitrus tapped on the front desk of the apartment lobby. "Um, hello?"


Primordial shot them both a look reminding them to watch their words. The female cultist gazed blankly at them and them back to Primordial. "I'm sorry what?" she asked obviously confused by everything the girls had said. Primordial replied before the sisters could speaking in a strange langue and motioning to Torii and Katya and then the center of the room "Uroyikir ermor dirim, nale Aboxar xotaroci." At this strange sentence all of the cultists seemed to perk up their interests peaked and their uneasy leaving them what ever Primorial said seemed to please them immensely and they started to look at the sisters with a darker glance.

After a few moments Primordial, or Anarc as the cultists seemed to call him, moved over to a worm eaten table at the opposite end of the room with a pair of the cultist that were in the middle of reading an ancient looking book and from what he was saying it seemed he was translating. It was now that the sisters where able to look around the room, In its center was a large metal circle that blend into the floor as the both shared a slime green shade, this was surrounded by a set of ten dark red candles connected by a trail of white dust surrounding the disk. At the disks midpoint was a circular hole with five protruding groves that would empty any substance drained into the central basin to the edges. The walls where covered in pipes and valves that radiated a substantial amount of heat, and against on of them was a large wooden chest.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:36 pm

Primordial Luxa wrote:
Torsiedelle wrote:Katya gulped, pushed her fear aside, and bowed towards the cult members. "We're the Dimitrov Sisters, we live with Primordial at the apartment. I'm Katya, and this is my sister, Tora."

Torii waved. "Yo."

.....

Dimitrus tapped on the front desk of the apartment lobby. "Um, hello?"


Primordial shot them both a look reminding them to watch their words. The female cultist gazed blankly at them and them back to Primordial. "I'm sorry what?" she asked obviously confused by everything the girls had said. Primordial replied before the sisters could speaking in a strange langue and motioning to Torii and Katya and then the center of the room "Uroyikir ermor dirim, nale Aboxar xotaroci." At this strange sentence all of the cultists seemed to perk up their interests peaked and their uneasy leaving them what ever Primorial said seemed to please them immensely and they started to look at the sisters with a darker glance.

After a few moments Primordial, or Anarc as the cultists seemed to call him, moved over to a worm eaten table at the opposite end of the room with a pair of the cultist that were in the middle of reading an ancient looking book and from what he was saying it seemed he was translating. It was now that the sisters where able to look around the room, In its center was a large metal circle that blend into the floor as the both shared a slime green shade, this was surrounded by a set of ten dark red candles connected by a trail of white dust surrounding the disk. At the disks midpoint was a circular hole with five protruding groves that would empty any substance drained into the central basin to the edges. The walls where covered in pipes and valves that radiated a substantial amount of heat, and against on of them was a large wooden chest.


The cultists' glances gave both sisters uneasy feelings. Katya gulped again, worried and a little scared. Torii was a little nervous, and watched the cultists carefully. She didn't think Prim would let anything bad happen to them.

She remembered that she left her weapons at home. Katya was unarmed as well.
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Postby Erucia » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:38 pm

New Aksarben wrote:Both Jacob and Albert decided to be quiet and listen to the conversation between Giovenith and Ray. Both knew where their gods resided, Olympus and the other mythical locations of their beliefs. Albert realized that Ray was likely angry at him, especially by how Ray had been sort of hiding for a while, so he made sure to stay as far away from Ray as possible, as much as they could on the three cushion couch. He looked a bit remorseful, but not an extreme amount. It was then that he realized he didn't know what Ray believed in exactly. He had no idea which gods, or singular god Ray worshiped, if any. So he decided to vocalize that.

"Um.... Ray? I don't think you've ever told me what Gods you follow..... Since we are on the subject of gods, which ones do you follow?" Albert asked, looking over at his boyfriend, a serious expression on his face. He was serious about this, and very curious about what his boyfriend believed in. He doubted he would be following the same gods as Albert, and he had no idea which religions were important in Ray's universe.

"Huh...So, they're quite literally everywhere and nowhere at the same time? So does that mean they exist and don't exist all at once?", Ray questioned with some certain curiosity. He'd honestly felt troubled within recent days about his own beliefs. After all, who wouldn't after encountering a goddess and hearing stories that there are more within the apartment block? It was easily enough to make one question their own ideas about pantheons and gods, and to put a little sense of wonder within a person's eyes. This was very much the case for Ray, who had been wondering on and off whether his own concepts were even right in the slightest sense.

"Hm? Well, um...", he began to trail off at Albert's question, and sighed when he hanged his head in confusion. "Honestly, I don't really know. I once worshiped Christia- I mean, the Abrahamic God...But then I stopped believing in Him after a while, and then I started believing in him again...I'm honestly really confused about it right now. I don't even know if he exists now, judging by what I've heard ever since I arrived here..."
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Postby Tiltjuice » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:40 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:
Tiltjuice wrote:
There was a clawing noise from somewhere low down inside the desk.



"Hmm?"

Dimitrus was curious as to what was making the noise. She leaned over the desk and peeked to see what was there, hoping it was a person.


A rabbit popped out of a drawer and into view, bouncing up and down on a Slinky. As a silver tray flew silently through the hallway above Dimitrus' head and then dropped vertically, the rabbit hopped on, taking the Slinky with it.

Who is you, pale pink person?
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Postby Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:49 pm

Tiltjuice wrote:
Torsiedelle wrote:

"Hmm?"

Dimitrus was curious as to what was making the noise. She leaned over the desk and peeked to see what was there, hoping it was a person.


A rabbit popped out of a drawer and into view, bouncing up and down on a Slinky. As a silver tray flew silently through the hallway above Dimitrus' head and then dropped vertically, the rabbit hopped on, taking the Slinky with it.

Who is you, pale pink person?



"A talking rabbit. How cute."

Dimitrus looked down at the thing with some disdain. This was what she'd see at her newly assigned residence...

She longed for her luxurious mansion.

With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes, the woman spoke again. "So...I don't suppose you're the one who works the front desk...right?"
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Postby Giovenith » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:55 pm

Erucia wrote:"Huh...So, they're quite literally everywhere and nowhere at the same time? So does that mean they exist and don't exist all at once?", Ray questioned with some certain curiosity. He'd honestly felt troubled within recent days about his own beliefs. After all, who wouldn't after encountering a goddess and hearing stories that there are more within the apartment block? It was easily enough to make one question their own ideas about pantheons and gods, and to put a little sense of wonder within a person's eyes. This was very much the case for Ray, who had been wondering on and off whether his own concepts were even right in the slightest sense.

"Hm? Well, um...", he began to trail off at Albert's question, and sighed when he hanged his head in confusion. "Honestly, I don't really know. I once worshiped Christia- I mean, the Abrahamic God...But then I stopped believing in Him after a while, and then I started believing in him again...I'm honestly really confused about it right now. I don't even know if he exists now, judging by what I've heard ever since I arrived here..."


"Some do. Some don't. It's very complicated, one needs to be able to think in abstract and loose terms. Even I'm not totally sure," sighed Giovenith, feeling a bit stupid. "All I know, is that gods are not superpowered animals sitting on high-horses together in some reachable other world whose stuff we could potentially considerably mess up if we had heavy enough guns." She rolled her eyes a bit at this description. Apparently she had encountered people in her days who possibly thought this way. "You'd do better to ask a fully grown god, but basically they... are the lines and the between them. It's spirity." As if that made sense. "And don't worry Ray, your god is very, very real and respected. You would do yourself good to continue following him."
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Postby Germanic Templars » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:57 pm

"Don't worry, i'll be fine. I can win this.. Er I mean, we can win this, right kaiser?" Thriller didn't reply for the moment.

"And I love you too." He looked at Ogoti and nodded. "I'll make sure it gets to her. And, Ogoti, thank you." He walked next to Aleki to help him up from the ground. "Ready to do this?" He asked his Clone Commander.

"More then i'll ever be, give'em hell sir?"

"Oorah." He then began a call up to the ships.

"Gordon, this is Kaiser, how copy?"

"Kaiser, so good to hear you. Are you ready for leave?"

Thriller paused for a moment to look back at Swith and Ogoti. He gave a nod before looking back up to the sky. "Yes Fleet Master, I am ready. Though Gordon."

"Yes, Kaiser?"

"I need you to bring at least 500 - 600 dropships, heavy. I have a lot of men needing a lift back to Gliese and the rest of the empire."

"That's a lot, sir.. But I understand. Will get them ready, ETA, 3 minutes."

"Alright then, over and out." He then switched comms channels over to that of Levi. "Insane man, Movement: Pied Piper is a go."

"Alrighty, let me just get some airships up and the loud speakers on."

Out from the back area of the woods came a total of six airships taking off to the sky. They eventually took place over the entire city, spanning over each district. Then Levi's voice came on.
"Attention Bieber, er, Blieberfield, or whatever this city is, There is about to be a few hundred thousand clones swarming the streets. Don't be alarmed if you see them, they are just passing through onto the fields. They are completely harmless. And now, music time!"

Everything got quiet really quick, and before long, a song came over the loudspeakers, and radios if those who didn't listen earlier. Soon, clone troopers started crawling out of the woodwork, vents, running out of some people's closets, including some residents of the apartment. 10 clone troopers alone all piled out of the phone booth in the lobby, 4 more from behind the desk. The street were now being joined in with the music and the chanting of clone troopers shouting "hup" for every step they took as they fast marched to the fields.

Back on the roof, J'aluk, Mai, a trooper, and Khro would join up, already hearing the music and understanding the message.

Meanwhile on the island, The base that was created by Thriller and set up there since Episode 3: Revenge of the Droids, was already being emptied from all the clone troopers and tech priests that were stationed in it. They were curtest enough to turn the power off to all except the turrets and electric fence that protected the compound as well as leave no vehicles, APCs included, behind.

PMC downtown had a little sign on it that said: "Closed for season." The last of the people from there began to depart with the clones, but to their own spaceships they parked elsewhere.

Finally, the requested ships arrived and landed in the fields in the agricultural sector of the city. (Money was given to the poor farmers whose crops were lost) Soon, clones loaded up and ships took off. This process would repeat itself for a while. Finally three private, small transporters would arrive. Mai, Khro, J'aluk, and Aleki (who didn't leave til he gave a kiss to Natiya), boarded the ship and left. But not before stopping by Barox who was about to say "Yes" to joining Wren when rudely interrupted a second time (First by the hordes of clone troopers). The ship landed next to the truck. the back hatch opened. Aleki shouted at Barox to hop aboard.

Well he wasn't leaving without saying goodbye. And so with a hug and a kiss on the cheek to Wren, with a slip of a gift included, Barox hopped aboard and their ship left. A private ship came to pick up Sapphire and Dr. Smith from their work.

The final one was meant for Thriller and the trooper. They both hopped on through the back. As the door was closing, the ship took off.

Now, right here ladies and gentlemen, that if you have been reading the part where everyone was being picked up, you may ask: "GT, where the hell is Levi?" That is a good question, Levi was busy leaving a basket of rings, each with a name on it, each with it's own saying on it too. They were just rings, but they were electronic ones that showed the person's name on it. Yea not great gifts, but when you are in a hurry, you can't always leave a good gift. But you can leave a good memory, especially if you leave it on a chair facing a tv.

The Late Levi quickly scrambled out of the lobby and into the air with his Iron man jet boosters.

OOC: This is part 1/2. Reply if you want.

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Left-Leaning College State

Postby Primordial Luxa » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:58 pm

Torsiedelle wrote:
Primordial Luxa wrote:
Primordial shot them both a look reminding them to watch their words. The female cultist gazed blankly at them and them back to Primordial. "I'm sorry what?" she asked obviously confused by everything the girls had said. Primordial replied before the sisters could speaking in a strange langue and motioning to Torii and Katya and then the center of the room "Uroyikir ermor dirim, nale Aboxar xotaroci." At this strange sentence all of the cultists seemed to perk up their interests peaked and their uneasy leaving them what ever Primorial said seemed to please them immensely and they started to look at the sisters with a darker glance.

After a few moments Primordial, or Anarc as the cultists seemed to call him, moved over to a worm eaten table at the opposite end of the room with a pair of the cultist that were in the middle of reading an ancient looking book and from what he was saying it seemed he was translating. It was now that the sisters where able to look around the room, In its center was a large metal circle that blend into the floor as the both shared a slime green shade, this was surrounded by a set of ten dark red candles connected by a trail of white dust surrounding the disk. At the disks midpoint was a circular hole with five protruding groves that would empty any substance drained into the central basin to the edges. The walls where covered in pipes and valves that radiated a substantial amount of heat, and against on of them was a large wooden chest.


The cultists' glances gave both sisters uneasy feelings. Katya gulped again, worried and a little scared. Torii was a little nervous, and watched the cultists carefully. She didn't think Prim would let anything bad happen to them.

She remembered that she left her weapons at home. Katya was unarmed as well.


Eventually however the ritual would begin after much deliberation and a brief argument over the pronunciation of several words. However Primordial and his cultist began to slowly drift to the outside of the circle, primordial making sure he was closer to the sisters than any of the others. As he took his place he offered them a reassuring glance that seemed as if everything was under much more control that it probably was. The foul ritual started as each of the participates began reading off large volumes of text in unison from sheets of grayish papers, while Primordial spoke from memory his eyes closed and his hands hovering over the candles against the molting ground.

The cultist never stopped chanting only glancing around the room and at each other as a prickling sensation spread across the skin over everyone present and the candles seemed to glow brighter, except for primordial who seemed not a bit disturbed by the events.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:01 pm

Katya was starting to get scared. Even Torii was, though she was reassured somewhat by Primordial's glance. The sisters squeezed each others' hands for comfort, and watched the ritual take place.

Katya still felt uneasy. She tugged at her collar some, jostling a small chain around her neck. A necklace moved around, hidden under her shirt.

Torii's eyes shifted, though this was hidden by the darkness, and her shades.
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Democratic Socialists

Postby Swith Witherward » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:07 pm

Germanic Templars wrote:
"Don't worry, i'll be fine. I can win this.. Er I mean, we can win this, right kaiser?" Thriller didn't reply for the moment.

"And I love you too." He looked at Ogoti and nodded. "I'll make sure it gets to her. And, Ogoti, thank you." He walked next to Aleki to help him up from the ground. "Ready to do this?" He asked his Clone Commander.

"More then i'll ever be, give'em hell sir?"

"Oorah." He then began a call up to the ships.

"Gordon, this is Kaiser, how copy?"

"Kaiser, so good to hear you. Are you ready for leave?"

Thriller paused for a moment to look back at Swith and Ogoti. He gave a nod before looking back up to the sky. "Yes Fleet Master, I am ready. Though Gordon."

"Yes, Kaiser?"

"I need you to bring at least 500 - 600 dropships, heavy. I have a lot of men needing a lift back to Gliese and the rest of the empire."

"That's a lot, sir.. But I understand. Will get them ready, ETA, 3 minutes."

"Alright then, over and out." He then switched comms channels over to that of Levi. "Insane man, Movement: Pied Piper is a go."

"Alrighty, let me just get some airships up and the loud speakers on."

Out from the back area of the woods came a total of six airships taking off to the sky. They eventually took place over the entire city, spanning over each district. Then Levi's voice came on.
"Attention Bieber, er, Blieberfield, or whatever this city is, There is about to be a few hundred thousand clones swarming the streets. Don't be alarmed if you see them, they are just passing through onto the fields. They are completely harmless. And now, music time!"

Everything got quiet really quick, and before long, a song came over the loudspeakers, and radios if those who didn't listen earlier. Soon, clone troopers started crawling out of the woodwork, vents, running out of some people's closets, including some residents of the apartment. 10 clone troopers alone all piled out of the phone booth in the lobby, 4 more from behind the desk. The street were now being joined in with the music and the chanting of clone troopers shouting "hup" for every step they took as they fast marched to the fields.

Back on the roof, J'aluk, Mai, a trooper, and Khro would join up, already hearing the music and understanding the message.

Meanwhile on the island, The base that was created by Thriller and set up there since Episode 3: Revenge of the Droids, was already being emptied from all the clone troopers and tech priests that were stationed in it. They were curtest enough to turn the power off to all except the turrets and electric fence that protected the compound as well as leave no vehicles, APCs included, behind.

PMC downtown had a little sign on it that said: "Closed for season." The last of the people from there began to depart with the clones, but to their own spaceships they parked elsewhere.

Finally, the requested ships arrived and landed in the fields in the agricultural sector of the city. (Money was given to the poor farmers whose crops were lost) Soon, clones loaded up and ships took off. This process would repeat itself for a while. Finally three private, small transporters would arrive. Mai, Khro, J'aluk, and Aleki (who didn't leave til he gave a kiss to Natiya), boarded the ship and left. But not before stopping by Barox who was about to say "Yes" to joining Wren when rudely interrupted a second time (First by the hordes of clone troopers). The ship landed next to the truck. the back hatch opened. Aleki shouted at Barox to hop aboard.

Well he wasn't leaving without saying goodbye. And so with a hug and a kiss on the cheek to Wren, with a slip of a gift included, Barox hopped aboard and their ship left. A private ship came to pick up Sapphire and Dr. Smith from their work.

The final one was meant for Thriller and the trooper. They both hopped on through the back. As the door was closing, the ship took off.

Now, right here ladies and gentlemen, that if you have been reading the part where everyone was being picked up, you may ask: "GT, where the hell is Levi?" That is a good question, Levi was busy leaving a basket of rings, each with a name on it, each with it's own saying on it too. They were just rings, but they were electronic ones that showed the person's name on it. Yea not great gifts, but when you are in a hurry, you can't always leave a good gift. But you can leave a good memory, especially if you leave it on a chair facing a tv.

The Late Levi quickly scrambled out of the lobby and into the air with his Iron man jet boosters.

OOC: This is part 1/2. Reply if you want.

Swith waved with all her might, laughing as she ran along the roof in line with the ship. She reached the end and waved even harder. "Namaste, Cornelius!" She was determined to stare at the ship until it was gone from her sight.
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Postby Cerillium » Sun Aug 11, 2013 10:13 pm

Germanic Templars wrote:
"Don't worry, i'll be fine. I can win this.. Er I mean, we can win this, right kaiser?" Thriller didn't reply for the moment.

"And I love you too." He looked at Ogoti and nodded. "I'll make sure it gets to her. And, Ogoti, thank you." He walked next to Aleki to help him up from the ground. "Ready to do this?" He asked his Clone Commander.

"More then i'll ever be, give'em hell sir?"

"Oorah." He then began a call up to the ships.

"Gordon, this is Kaiser, how copy?"

"Kaiser, so good to hear you. Are you ready for leave?"

Thriller paused for a moment to look back at Swith and Ogoti. He gave a nod before looking back up to the sky. "Yes Fleet Master, I am ready. Though Gordon."

"Yes, Kaiser?"

"I need you to bring at least 500 - 600 dropships, heavy. I have a lot of men needing a lift back to Gliese and the rest of the empire."

"That's a lot, sir.. But I understand. Will get them ready, ETA, 3 minutes."

"Alright then, over and out." He then switched comms channels over to that of Levi. "Insane man, Movement: Pied Piper is a go."

"Alrighty, let me just get some airships up and the loud speakers on."

Out from the back area of the woods came a total of six airships taking off to the sky. They eventually took place over the entire city, spanning over each district. Then Levi's voice came on.
"Attention Bieber, er, Blieberfield, or whatever this city is, There is about to be a few hundred thousand clones swarming the streets. Don't be alarmed if you see them, they are just passing through onto the fields. They are completely harmless. And now, music time!"

Everything got quiet really quick, and before long, a song came over the loudspeakers, and radios if those who didn't listen earlier. Soon, clone troopers started crawling out of the woodwork, vents, running out of some people's closets, including some residents of the apartment. 10 clone troopers alone all piled out of the phone booth in the lobby, 4 more from behind the desk. The street were now being joined in with the music and the chanting of clone troopers shouting "hup" for every step they took as they fast marched to the fields.

Back on the roof, J'aluk, Mai, a trooper, and Khro would join up, already hearing the music and understanding the message.

Meanwhile on the island, The base that was created by Thriller and set up there since Episode 3: Revenge of the Droids, was already being emptied from all the clone troopers and tech priests that were stationed in it. They were curtest enough to turn the power off to all except the turrets and electric fence that protected the compound as well as leave no vehicles, APCs included, behind.

PMC downtown had a little sign on it that said: "Closed for season." The last of the people from there began to depart with the clones, but to their own spaceships they parked elsewhere.

Finally, the requested ships arrived and landed in the fields in the agricultural sector of the city. (Money was given to the poor farmers whose crops were lost) Soon, clones loaded up and ships took off. This process would repeat itself for a while. Finally three private, small transporters would arrive. Mai, Khro, J'aluk, and Aleki (who didn't leave til he gave a kiss to Natiya), boarded the ship and left. But not before stopping by Barox who was about to say "Yes" to joining Wren when rudely interrupted a second time (First by the hordes of clone troopers). The ship landed next to the truck. the back hatch opened. Aleki shouted at Barox to hop aboard.

Well he wasn't leaving without saying goodbye. And so with a hug and a kiss on the cheek to Wren, with a slip of a gift included, Barox hopped aboard and their ship left. A private ship came to pick up Sapphire and Dr. Smith from their work.

The final one was meant for Thriller and the trooper. They both hopped on through the back. As the door was closing, the ship took off.

Now, right here ladies and gentlemen, that if you have been reading the part where everyone was being picked up, you may ask: "GT, where the hell is Levi?" That is a good question, Levi was busy leaving a basket of rings, each with a name on it, each with it's own saying on it too. They were just rings, but they were electronic ones that showed the person's name on it. Yea not great gifts, but when you are in a hurry, you can't always leave a good gift. But you can leave a good memory, especially if you leave it on a chair facing a tv.

The Late Levi quickly scrambled out of the lobby and into the air with his Iron man jet boosters.

OOC: This is part 1/2. Reply if you want.

Wren climbed onto the top of the truck and offered two thumbs up to Barox. She wasn't certain of why he left in such a hurry or why the streets were flooded with so many bodies. She'd get the rundown from her father tomorrow.

Swith Witherward wrote:Swith waved with all her might, laughing as she ran along the roof in line with the ship. She reached the end and waved even harder. "Namaste, Cornelius!" She was determined to stare at the ship until it was gone from her sight.

Ogoti kept an eye on his sister. He understood her heart.
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