Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Urran]

Yoshi was still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened. He had not had much interaction with the cyborg, but someone he shared a world with, someone who knew people he knew, was gone. It wasn't fair, life just wasn't fair.


Blossom clung to the ceiling upside down. "Well, what now?" she asked. Could they retrieve the body? Was that an option? Oh how she hated these situations. Her blue eyes shone with sadness and depression, she felt the same as Yoshi, life was not fair.

Tieria could not care less. He wanted to keep moving. "So the old man died, no one around here stays dead. Stop your moaning and groaning."

[Cerillium]

Chrys, like her fellows, had recognized what was about to happen, and bitten her tongue and tried to ignore it. She was beginning to see just what Dora had come to understand, quite early on. There was no putting aside some things, and she resolved to talk to Dia as soon as possible. If she died without clearing things up, Hans and Dia might be at each other's throats, and she didn't want to risk that. All things were possible, after all.

Looking down at Sophie, she brushed a tuft of hair out of the child's eyes.

"We made it all right, didn't we? I've got you, and everything's fine now," the blonde chimed reassuringly, confident in the high numbers over Sophie's head. She didn't bother looking at anyone else's; there had been bad news enough for one day.

"Okay. I want daddy," Sophie's icy blue eyes searched Chrys' face for answers. Why wasn't he here? Why wasn't Frau Minerva here? Where was Hans? How come they were in a dark cave? What was going on outside? Was it a blitz? These were the questions she was too stunned or too young to articulate well. The child had survived bombing raids on Berlin. She'd survive this as well.

She squirmed in Chrys' arms and reached towards Luce. "Glasses?" She'd caught her reflection in the lenses.

"Seems sound enough," said Giovenith, perching on the opposite of him and looking out into the opening. "We might need to wait sometime after the storm too, though. Don't want the rain to make things slippery for some of the others. Do you think it will be big enough for some of the more currently delicate people to go across? Like the children, or Miss Katya?"

Poor kid, thought Willow along with everyone else in the cave, ears tilted low in pity. Dammit. They tried, they all really did, and they had still lost somepony? It wasn't as if they were ignorant of the possibility, but... jeeze, when it actually happened, it still managed to punch in that special blindspot in the heart. Celestia bless Giovenith, for running right into it.

Willow sighed, closed his wings, and sat down, looking upward to try and take in the ceiling of the cave. There were no markers to draw with, as he usually would have handled things, but the damp coolness of the natural marvel held its own kind of therapy.

The glowing lanterns bobbling along the cave's smooth ceiling bathed Marcus in greenish light despite being nearly eight feet above his head. He moved closer to the edge and peered at the rocks below, feeling gratitude towards Giovenith for giving him an excuse to not dwell on painful stuff.

"The water's still really choppy. Look at those waves to the left. I'm guessing the storm's in full force on the other side, but at least we're screened here. I'm guessing we're in the eye, because it's way too calm. There's hardly any rain. Going out now would be death once the back side of the typhoon hits."

He surveyed the rocks themselves and put thought into it. It was hard to really tell just how rough they were from this distance. "If I were to make a guess? I think even the little ones can climb along but they'll tire out before we get around the side and to the beaches. The hard part's gonna be getting down. We've got nothing to tie the ropes to. They wouldn't have reached all the way to the bottom if we'd left them tied on top, even if they hadn't, um. Yeah. I guess we can ask Ogoti to be the anchor. He can morph into shapes. I guess he can morph into something that wedges itself tight in the cave. And then he can just drop down. He's got no bones unless he wants them there. He can do really awesome stuff but not like the others. He's death and rebirth not fighting or parties or plots."

Marcus shrugged. "Everyone thinks gods are omnipotent. They're just like you and me, Giovenith. They can't solve all the problems with a finger snap and wink. They grow older and wiser and better at what they can do, but they can't do everything. I guess people just think gods don't have bad days and cry. I'm worried the adults will blame old Ogoti for not saving my dad. I know he couldn't. Maybe he can find his soul and give him a new body? Dunno. My dad wouldn't be happy if he did. He'd have no machine parts and no gene seed. He'd just jump off the cliff again to avoid being a regular flesh bag. That's how he was. He was great."

Barox found himself kissing Wren, this translated in his mind into...Well nothing cause he went numb to the pure euphoria of having a kiss from someone he loved, but lacked the courage to tell. Though the couple was kissing, back up on the catwalk, a video camera was recording the whole thing while a little smile came from the holder of the camera, whose feline teeth were showing through the whole thing as she tried not to laugh.

Wren had forgotten about her chronometer and other instruments. She was happy to remain lost in the emotional cocoon surrounding her and Barox and she would have stayed there had her sensors not detected movement. It was a handy safety feature that kept her and her brethren from invading personal spaces or stumbling into each other when working in large, loud and dangerous areas.

She offered a soft kiss to his nose and then turned her head slightly to allow her optics to register the heat source on the catwalk above. The features were impossible to make out but the body heat distribution pattern indicated a feminine form.

"We're being watched," she whispered to Barox.

[Giovenith]

Tieria could not care less. He wanted to keep moving. "So the old man died, no one around here stays dead. Stop your moaning and groaning."

"You didn't have to come with us if you're so casual about dying," said Willow sternly but without rage, drawing little circles in the dirt with a frown. "Go jump in the waves yourself if you truly don't care, it's all your choice, receive no tears from me. Do not spit upon the serenity of everpony else because of your own antagonism. That's all I have to say to you." And it was, the pony immediately turned away from Tieria as if the "hyoo-mun" were, for all intents and purposes, nonexistent.

[Urran]

Tieria could not care less. He wanted to keep moving. "So the old man died, no one around here stays dead. Stop your moaning and groaning."

"You didn't have to come with us if you're so casual about dying," said Willow sternly but without rage, drawing little circles in the dirt with a frown. "Go jump in the waves yourself if you truly don't care, it's all your choice, receive no tears from me. Do not spit upon the serenity of everpony else because of your own antagonism. That's all I have to say to you." And it was, the pony immediately turned away from Tieria as if the "hyoo-mun" were, for all intents and purposes, nonexistent.

"I can't die" he said flatly. "And as much as I enjoy jumping from cliffs I see no reason to." he dismissed Willow with the wave of a hand. He pushed his glasses up his nose and crossed his arms. They had more important things to worry about than the death of some old man. "Now, what do you suggest I do? I cannot bring him back, tears will not bring him back. If you care so much go find the body."

[Cerillium]

RebootDesc rebootDesc;
BootConfRebootEntry rebootEntry;
DbgOps_reset resetOp;
BootParams bootParams;
void
reboot_main(BootConf* conf, BootParams* bootp)…


The neurological implant was a wondrous thing. It could handle various processes from an array of bionic and cybernetic components. It worked in tandem with the human mind to organize organic memory and various inorganic databases. It was hardwired for constant communication with a central hub. It even had a built-in tip calculator.


{
if (conf->rebootDesc == 0) {
/*
* This is a cold reboot.
*/
/*
* Initialize printf()/scanf() support library
*/
_stdc_consInit(conf->dbgOps.consRead, conf->dbgOps.consWrite);



In the case of a certain failed Astartes, it was a life saver although its host was technically brain dead.


/*
* Register hot reboot descriptor
*/
rebootDesc.rebootOp = do_reboot;
rebootDesc.hot.prstMem.numChunks = 0;
rebootDesc.hot.prstMem.chunks = chunks;
rebootDesc.hot.prstMem.maxChunks = MAX_CHUNKS;
rebootDesc.hot.prstMem.curStrLen = 0;
rebootDesc.hot.prstMem.maxStrLen = STR_LENGTH;
rebootDesc.hot.prstMem.str = chunk_id_buf;
conf->rebootDesc = &rebootdesc;



Its power source would probably take out a small city if breached, which was a standard tactic among assassins. The lights never went out in the attic even if no one was home.


/*
* Save hot reboot entry point
*/
rebootEntry = conf->rebootEntry;
/*
* Save reset entry point
*/
resetOp = conf->dbgOps.reset;
/*
* Save bootparams
*/
if (bootp) {
bootParams = *bootp;


The processor came online. There wasn’t any sense in reviving the organic components yet; they’d fail to thrive due to lack of oxygen. Instead, the processor began several diagnostic series and calculated the best course of action. Artificial organs had immediately hibernated upon impact and airways shuttered themselves from water breach. The remaining sparse oxygen was directed towards the brain. Everything else was replicable.

The system activated a beacon and awaited instruction.

[Torsiedelle]

"Someday?"

As hard a it was to think, Katya looked down at her belly and smiled. "Yea, all kinds of crazy stuff. This will just be another little one."

"Yoshi.", She peeped out, spotting the man. She had Dora with her, and Yoshi was with her the whole time earlier, so she would love to be with both of them right now. They both helped her in their own ways.

Thinking back on what Dora said, she turned back. "Will we ever have to explain why the kid has two mom's and a daddy, or are we still going with the whole "really close aunt" thing?"

.....

"Ugh.", Torii's eyebrow twitched at Tieria's comments a few feet away. Better not to think about it, she thought, SK she just took another long drag, and blew out a stream of smoke.

[Giovenith]

The glowing lanterns bobbling along the cave's smooth ceiling bathed Marcus in greenish light despite being nearly eight feet above his head. He moved closer to the edge and peered at the rocks below, feeling gratitude towards Giovenith for giving him an excuse to not dwell on painful stuff.

"The water's still really choppy. Look at those waves to the left. I'm guessing the storm's in full force on the other side, but at least we're screened here. I'm guessing we're in the eye, because it's way too calm. There's hardly any rain. Going out now would be death once the back side of the typhoon hits."

He surveyed the rocks themselves and put thought into it. It was hard to really tell just how rough they were from this distance. "If I were to make a guess? I think even the little ones can climb along but they'll tire out before we get around the side and to the beaches. The hard part's gonna be getting down. We've got nothing to tie the ropes to. They wouldn't have reached all the way to the bottom if we'd left them tied on top, even if they hadn't, um. Yeah. I guess we can ask Ogoti to be the anchor. He can morph into shapes. I guess he can morph into something that wedges itself tight in the cave. And then he can just drop down. He's got no bones unless he wants them there. He can do really awesome stuff but not like the others. He's death and rebirth not fighting or parties or plots."

Marcus shrugged. "Everyone thinks gods are omnipotent. They're just like you and me, Giovenith. They can't solve all the problems with a finger snap and wink. They grow older and wiser and better at what they can do, but they can't do everything. I guess people just think gods don't have bad days and cry. I'm worried the adults will blame old Ogoti for not saving my dad. I know he couldn't. Maybe he can find his soul and give him a new body? Dunno. My dad wouldn't be happy if he did. He'd have no machine parts and no gene seed. He'd just jump off the cliff again to avoid being a regular flesh bag. That's how he was. He was great."

"Perhaps only a few of us who are in better shape could go on ahead, and maybe bring some kind of boat or raft back for the others? I'm sure it wouldn't too hard... we'd have to leave behind someone who can take care of them, or perhaps the supplies we brought with us, though," Her head turned to glance back at everyone taking their grief in their own ways, equal in their submission to the situation. It was sad, humbling, and uniting all at once, but in no way ideal or beloved.

"Oh, I know that well... about gods..." Giovenith tucked her knees underneath her chin, looking downward at the cave floor, stirring up memories of her own. "My own mom, before she sent me off to Vafflehelm, I remember she hugged me and said that she wanted to do anything else but send me off somewhere she couldn't watch me. She said she didn't want me to be lonely or scared, but any alternative that kept me in her line of sight would have been too deadly. She couldn't do anything else. And... although I've never said this..." She looked to the side, feeling rather small. It felt horrible to say the next part to her sentence, it had always been something Giovenith kept to herself, but somehow she felt in this moment, that Marcus could be trusted with it. "... sometimes, I do know, that there could always be a time where I can not be her number one priority. Because she is a god, not despite the fact. She can't put her one child over the countless mortals who depend on her, no matter what she wants otherwise. Just look at what happened with Utmost Elohim and his son, for example. I know he went in willingly, but still...."

A hand poked itself out from her little self-hug, to draw a few spirals in the little dirt and dust on the cave floor. The lines connected as close as they could without colliding, only for their efforts to be put down with a final X crossed over them by the very same finger that brought them into being. "I won't blame Ogoti for anything. I can scarcely blame chance, for that is what it does. And I know... I know I will honor your father to the best of my abilities. Not just because of the amazing person he was, but for his role as a parent... absolutely sacred, deity or not. If we can all help find a way to, somehow fix this... we'll fight to find it."

"I can't die" he said flatly. "And as much as I enjoy jumping from cliffs I see no reason to." he dismissed Willow with the wave of a hand. He pushed his glasses up his nose and crossed his arms. They had more important things to worry about than the death of some old man. "Now, what do you suggest I do? I cannot bring him back, tears will not bring him back. If you care so much go find the body."

On account that Tieria didn't exist, Willow gave no reply.

[The BranRiech]

"I can't die" he said flatly. "And as much as I enjoy jumping from cliffs I see no reason to." he dismissed Willow with the wave of a hand. He pushed his glasses up his nose and crossed his arms. They had more important things to worry about than the death of some old man. "Now, what do you suggest I do? I cannot bring him back, tears will not bring him back. If you care so much go find the body."

"Shut. Up."

The words came not from Bran, nor from Rylli, heck, not even Natiya or Kei. The words came from the diminutive Rachelle. She had uncovered herself from Bran's trench coat and was standing tall behind Tieria. She was not going to accept the words pouring from Tieria's mouth. Ceril was her uncle, and she was his widget. He was not just an "Old Man". He was a friend, a hero to Rachelle.

[Cerillium]

"Perhaps only a few of us who are in better shape could go on ahead, and maybe bring some kind of boat or raft back for the others? I'm sure it wouldn't too hard... we'd have to leave behind someone who can take care of them, or perhaps the supplies we brought with us, though," Her head turned to glance back at everyone taking their grief in their own ways, equal in their submission to the situation. It was sad, humbling, and uniting all at once, but in no way ideal or beloved.

"Oh, I know that well... about gods..." Giovenith tucked her knees underneath her chin, looking downward at the cave floor, stirring up memories of her own. "My own mom, before she sent me off to Vafflehelm, I remember she hugged me and said that she wanted to do anything else but send me off somewhere she couldn't watch me. She said she didn't want me to be lonely or scared, but any alternative that kept me in her line of sight would have been too deadly. She couldn't do anything else. And... although I've never said this..." She looked to the side, feeling rather small. It felt horrible to say the next part to her sentence, it had always been something Giovenith kept to herself, but somehow she felt in this moment, that Marcus could be trusted with it. "... sometimes, I do know, that there could always be a time where I can not be her number one priority. Because she is a god, not despite the fact. She can't put her one child over the countless mortals who depend on her, no matter what she wants otherwise. Just look at what happened with Utmost Elohim and his son, for example. I know he went in willingly, but still...."

A hand poked itself out from her little self-hug, to draw a few spirals in the little dirt and dust on the cave floor. The lines connected as close as they could without colliding, only for their efforts to be put down with a final X crossed over them by the very same finger that brought them into being. "I won't blame Ogoti for anything. I can scarcely blame chance, for that is what it does. And I know... I know I will honor your father to the best of my abilities. Not just because of the amazing person he was, but for his role as a parent... absolutely sacred, deity or not. If we can all help find a way to, somehow fix this... we'll fight to find it."

Giovenith's boat suggestion made sense to Marcus. He nodded his head. It was the best course of action.

Her other words startled him however. He'd forgotten that she was a god. It was humbling to know that the blanket warming his shoulders was more than just a hug; it was a demonstration from someone who could have just walked away and relied upon herself to survive. He listened intently and formed his own thoughts as she spoke. It dawned on him that Giovenith was lacking one parent, just as he had for most of his life. She was just as cut off from her mother as he now was from his father, although in different ways. The spiral reminded him of order and chaos.

Marcus sighed. "Giovenith, you're sorta like me. My dad got caught up in the Drone invasion. We left and then he sent me out to the brotherhood. I was isolated from his guidance and comfort and had to find a way to fit in and make things work. He couldn't watch me all the time and if I'd run into trouble, he couldn't stop what he was doing to bail me out. Didn't mean he stopped worrying about me or loving me. Just meant I had to stand on my own two feet and learn on the fly. Your mom must love you very much if she's willing to put her trust in you to manage on your own from time to time. She knows you're not alone. You have friends here, just as I'm not alone as long as I have you and the others. Your mom's far away and operating on her own plain, and my dad's passed beyond the mortal plain. Neither will come running if we're in danger, but that doesn't mean we can't come running if the other calls out, right?"'

His head snapped up when he heard Rachelle's voice. Who the hell was she talking to?

[Giovenith]

"I, guess we are, in those ways," Giovenith gave a half-smile, and looked down. Those were quite some coincidences, and comforting ones at that... not the facts themselves, but that there was another person who actually knew what she meant when she described her experiences. Having someone listen was gold, but having someone connect to you was positively platinum. So despite that she had gone in to comfort Marcus, Giovenith felt a little peep of warmth build up inside her as well, wrapping her in a kind of cozy blanket of her own despite the chill of the cave air. It was just like Willow had said, friendship was so, so magical.

"I'm very happy we're friends, Marcus," she assured, lifting her head back up a brighter smile than before. "Yes, yes we certainly can have each other's backs, if we need it. We're all here to help each other."

Enthusiasm was cut short by the sudden, stern exclamation of Rachelle, which echoed off the walls and ceiling around them. The little one sounded very upset about something, and what with the space everyone was confined to for the duration of the storm, Giovenith sincerely hoped that it wouldn't anything too disruptive. With all the heartache that was already in the air, she didn't think the group could peacefully get through anymore.

[Germanic Templars]

Barox found himself kissing Wren, this translated in his mind into...Well nothing cause he went numb to the pure euphoria of having a kiss from someone he loved, but lacked the courage to tell. Though the couple was kissing, back up on the catwalk, a video camera was recording the whole thing while a little smile came from the holder of the camera, whose feline teeth were showing through the whole thing as she tried not to laugh.

Wren had forgotten about her chronometer and other instruments. She was happy to remain lost in the emotional cocoon surrounding her and Barox and she would have stayed there had her sensors not detected movement. It was a handy safety feature that kept her and her brethren from invading personal spaces or stumbling into each other when working in large, loud and dangerous areas.

She offered a soft kiss to his nose and then turned her head slightly to allow her optics to register the heat source on the catwalk above. The features were impossible to make out but the body heat distribution pattern indicated a feminine form.

"We're being watched," she whispered to Barox.

Barox didn't reply, instead he passed out onto the floor. The high tension of euphoria, left him out with a small grin and a bloody nose.

Just as he fell the character on the catwalk burst out in laughter.
"Holy... Shi-...Holy Shit!" Sapphire laughed. "Oh God, too... Too go- good!"

[Urran]

Tieria turned to face Bran and Rachelle. "Like I said, tears won't bring him back. I thought you would understand that Bran." he sneered. The Innovater was not the least bit intimidated by Bran. He was merely a human, no threat to him.

Yoshi took katya's hand. Dora was making him uncomfortable. They were discussing whether or not HIS child would have two mothers. Unacceptable. He would not have it. Dora could be a close aunt. However, Tieria was making it hard to think. Yoshi was not capable of true anger or rage unless someone threatened someone exceptionally close to him and right now, he was making Bran and Rachelle upset. "Tieria, shut it." he said threateningly.

[The BranRiech]

Tieria turned to face Bran and Rachelle. "Like I said, tears won't bring him back. I thought you would understand that Bran." he sneered. The Innovater was not the least bit intimidated by Bran. He was merely a human, no threat to him.

"I do understand that, robot." Bran said. "I don't see my parents back alive, do I? I've shed plenty of tears over them."

That was all Bran was going to say, but Rachelle seemed a bit more angry than her father. She approached Tieria and raised a diminutive little leg, stomping the ground. "Stop talking." She demanded, backing away slowly from the Innovator.

[Urran]

Tieria laughed at Rachelle. "How cute." he honestly didn't care what the girl said, she couldn't do anything to him. "You actually think that...you know what, you aren't even worth it." He leaned calmly against the wall. He didn't care what anyone thought anymore, no one cared about him, why should he care?

[The BranRiech]

Tieria laughed at Rachelle. "How cute." he honestly didn't care what the girl said, she couldn't do anything to him. "You actually think that...you know what, you aren't even worth it." He leaned calmly against the wall. He didn't care what anyone thought anymore, no one cared about him, why should he care?

"I actually think what? You think I'm just a dumb kid?" Rachelle asked defiantly. "Cer was my uncle, not an old man." She snarled. The purple haired weirdo was a heartless bastard. Rachelle had faced death before, and never again wanted to.

"Rachelle, please, come here." Bran requested, but the girl simply stayed where she was.

[Giovenith]

The clop, clop, clop of hooves announced Willow's arrival, as the pony trotted over to little Rachelle's side and gently patted her head with his hoof while throwing a distasteful glance in Tieria's direction. Normally he wouldn't have gone out of his way to approach a child, but today was just full of exceptions.

"Don't worry about bullies, kid," he whispered to her. "They don't change, no matter what you say, they think it's fun to be mean. Don't waste your time when you could be doing nice things. Go over to your parents, they'll give you what you need." He gave her a gentle nudge with his head over to Bran and Rylli.

[Urran]

Tieria looked Rachelle coldly in the eyes. "You are beginning to annoy me." he said sternly.

"Tieria, leave her alone." Yoshi snapped. Was he seriously going to have to get in between these two? He hated conflict but if he had to get involved, he would. He would much rather play Christmas songs on his violin, not fight amongst his friends and family.

"You stay out of this." Tieria turned to face Yoshi. "Stop your pointless interjecting, this has nothing to do with you."

"It has to do with the Nikonors, it has to do with me." Yoshi countered. "Please, both of you, just stop fighting."

[The BranRiech]

Tieria looked Rachelle coldly in the eyes. "You are beginning to annoy me." he said sternly.

"Tieria, leave her alone." Yoshi snapped. Was he seriously going to have to get in between these two? He hated conflict but if he had to get involved, he would. He would much rather play Christmas songs on his violin, not fight amongst his friends and family.

"You stay out of this." Tieria turned to face Yoshi. "Stop your pointless interjecting, this has nothing to do with you."

"It has to do with the Nikonors, it has to do with me." Yoshi countered. "Please, both of you, just stop fighting."

"Good." Rachelle muttered in response to Tieria. She sincerely hoped she was simply annoying him. "My uncle just died." Her voice was like venom, despite her innocent appearance, Rachelle wasn't going to stand for someone to mock her uncle. She would do the same for her Father, or her mother as well. Bran nodded, honestly, he hoped Tieria would go and bite the cliff soon.

[Cerillium]

Tieria looked Rachelle coldly in the eyes. "You are beginning to annoy me." he said sternly.

"Tieria, leave her alone." Yoshi snapped. Was he seriously going to have to get in between these two? He hated conflict but if he had to get involved, he would. He would much rather play Christmas songs on his violin, not fight amongst his friends and family.

"You stay out of this." Tieria turned to face Yoshi. "Stop your pointless interjecting, this has nothing to do with you."

"It has to do with the Nikonors, it has to do with me." Yoshi countered. "Please, both of you, just stop fighting."

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, fucktard?" Marcus rose. He wasn't about to tolerate hostility towards Rachelle and not towards the funny guy with purple hair either. The teenager also realized he was larger than Tieria. Unfair match perhaps. "Oh," he added with a sneer, "That's right. The little girl is your size."

If Tieria could snap at a little girl then chances were good that he'd snap at the other girls, especially the ones in his group and especially the kind one who'd comforted him. The bitter man was the perfect avenue for venting his emotions on as well.

Ogoti lifted an eyebrow but didn't involve himself. Youth was wasted on the wrong people.

[Urran]

Tieria was too busy shooting daggers at Yoshi to notice Rachelle's statement. "I warn you Tokai, you do not want to cross me." he hissed, tossing his hair.

Yoshi, obviously the bigger person in the situation, shrugged and went over to a corner to check on his violin. It was intact and completely undamaged. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to tune the strings.

Blossom landed in between Yoshi and Tieria and smiled at the group. "Now, these are sad times, but it's still Christmas. The weather and death are sad, yes, but at least we are all together right? And if we are going to hide here together we need to get along. Who's up for being family...at least until we get out of here?"

aaaand, tempers seemed to only be getting worse. "You do not scare me." Tieria scoffed to Marcus. "You are young and stupid, however, I excuse your idiocy considering the circumstances."

"Tieria! I swear to Swith if you do not be quiet-"

"You'll what?" he cut yoshi's sentence off. "Are you going to shoot me? You and I both know what kind of person you are. You are too nice and gentle to harm anyone."

[Cerillium]

Tieria was too busy shooting daggers at Yoshi to notice Rachelle's statement. "I warn you Tokai, you do not want to cross me." he hissed, tossing his hair.

Yoshi, obviously the bigger person in the situation, shrugged and went over to a corner to check on his violin. It was intact and completely undamaged. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to tune the strings.

Blossom landed in between Yoshi and Tieria and smiled at the group. "Now, these are sad times, but it's still Christmas. The weather and death are sad, yes, but at least we are all together right? And if we are going to hide here together we need to get along. Who's up for being family...at least until we get out of here?"

aaaand, tempers seemed to only be getting worse. "You do not scare me." Tieria scoffed to Marcus. "You are young and stupid, however, I excuse your idiocy considering the circumstances."

"Tieria! I swear to Swith if you do not be quiet-"

"You'll what?" he cut yoshi's sentence off. "Are you going to shoot me? You and I both know what kind of person you are. You are too nice and gentle to harm anyone."

"What we're going to do is tell you to leave," Marcus said flatly. "You don't belong. Get it? You don't have to fear me. You have only to fear rejection by us. Your Christmas is over. Get the fuck out."

He hadn't raised his voice but his hand was in his robe pocket and holding the one thing that the Innovators were unaware of - his father's handiwork.

Ogoti glanced around the cave and finally realized that his old friend was missing. He began to put the pieces together as understanding dawned on him.

[The BranRiech]

Despite how much the non-confrontational side of Bran wanted to end the spat, he did want Tieria gone. Sure, he might have been getting better from his original self, but now? He was just being an asshole who probably deserved to be tossed from the cave to his death, the same fate as Cer.

No, don't think that.

"Tieria, please just leave." Bran requested.

[Torsiedelle]

Katya was getting frustrated again.

Torii was done. Yoshi walking off, Tieria was acting like himself again, the Nikanors were letting him yell at Rachelle....

"Give me a moment, Myra.", Torii said to where only she could hear, before turning to everyone else.

"Tieria, shut the fuck up, okay, I'm not in the mood for your shit. Nikanor, do a little more to protect your daughter, Yoshi, man the fuck up, Katya, behave your fucking self, mom and dad, stop your stupid-ass bickering!"

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end before she took another long drag of her cigarette. She turned back to Myra with a tired expression and a roll of her eyes. "God, these people drive me up the fucking wall."

[The BranRiech]

"Torii, then you can get out too. Alright?" Bran scowled, now looking over at Torii. Really? Were people this fucking bloodthirsty that they had to swear their heads off in front of a number of children, and people who probably shouldn't be exposed to fighting like this. The conscript shook his head, and gestured to the cave entrance.

"Shut up, or get out."

[Urran]

Yoshi was rather appalled at Torii's language. "Tora, I am both shocked and disgusted with your attitude. Now sit down, shut up, and keep your comments to yourself." He had finally had enough. He was not going to stand for her attitude, he couldn't do a thing about Tieria's, but he could snap at Tora.


Tieria shrugged and walked out of the cave, he wasn't wanted? Fine, he didn't care. The Innovater looked for somewhere else to go.