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Postby Swith Witherward » Fri Mar 20, 2015 8:22 pm

Neste kept unblinking eyes on Septimus as he remastered ambulation. Hers was a clinical approach, assessing his musculature and motion. Satisfied that his spinal motor neurons were responding properly, she turned her head aside to offer privacy as he dressed, and only returned her full visual attention to him once he'd wrapped his scarf about his neck and approached her.

"Special abilities? Well, you'll shed your skin each year, and you'll need to incorporate carpet beetles into your diet." A low chuckle accompanied these words. Her upper lip rose slightly, almost identically to Scel's own humorous gesture, to indicate she was teasing. "Toothpaste. Deodorant. Shower. You'll be fine."

She lifted her hands and gently pushed his shoulders to make certain his new body's sense of balance was up to snuff. "You won't wake up with glowing eyes. You're human, and I'm pleased to say that your body is completely your own right down to the atomic level. No traces of Nifid remain. Your fingerprints - the ones you were born with - are the same. Your DNA is the same. Anisogamic-wise, any children you sire are your own with no trace of anything else them unless, naturally, it's contribution from the mother."

The thought of Septimus changing a diaper brought a smile to her face. He'd undoubtedly regret the loss of his extra limbs and the ability to turn off his olfactory senses. Welcome back to humanity, old man! Now suffer like the rest of your species!

"Your processor is powered by a very small source just below your right adrenal gland. It's located here." Her fingertips pressed against his abdomen and then she walked away to wet a towel. "The source will last a solid year, growing smaller as it ages. However, it will shut down if it senses starvation. Not hunger, mind you. Starvation to the point where your body has consumed all fat and muscle reserves and begins to consume organs for want of fuel. I recommend you fashion your own power source through whatever means your people are accustomed to. The device will then go dormant - cease to age - and you can use it for emergency backup."

Neste breathed an almost weary sigh, lips pursed and brow furrowed as she wiped the dried blood from under Septimus' nose and his chin with all the vigor of a mother trying to clean an errant child's dirty face. "Regeneration, as I mentioned, will be an issue. You'll find yourself healing very quickly at first but this will wear off during the next week or two. Don't come to rely on it. Aging, however! You're going to age much more slowly on a genetic level. Environment and habits will still affect it, of course, but you might live another thousand years while maintaining a full head of hair."

Pleased with her efforts to make him more presentable, she draped the soiled cloth over her shoulder and smiled as she met his gaze. "There is no need to thank me, nor are you in any debt to me. This is the construct way, Septimus. We do not readily accept non-constructs into our midst. Once a being is considered self-same, they become a piece of our hearts. They make colors there, intentional or not. I considered you to be self-same long before today."




Marcus put a kettle on the stove. Unfortunately, his coffee was the instant kind, but it tasted alright just the same. He fetched a few cups from the cupboard and then leaned his elbows on the counter. For the briefest moment, he felt way too adult. This was the first time he'd ever entertained any guests on his own. The weird feeling passed and he got down to business.

"I don't know what the meeting's about. I got a flyer under my door this morning, but I honestly haven't been dwelling on it."

His attention drew inward as he contemplated the last invasion. His memories were much different than his friends'. "When the last invasion hit, my father took me with him to the future. I grew up there, all the while watching him toil in preparation for the Drones. He designed some seriously nasty shit, most of it being biological warfare. It took years of production to crank out."

The kettle whistled and Marcus fixed Torii a cup before preparing his own. "Right before the carnival, my father held a meeting. There was another 'borg there, although I'm not sure if he's a tech priest or just a cyborg. He's not part of the Observatory brotherhoods. Septimus was his name. Seemed pretty cool. The Klingon was there. I've heard some rumors about him, mainly that he was part of a group that got a bunch of vermin for a practical joke. I honestly know more about the joke's outcome than I do him. Mez-something was his name, and Hans says he's one hell of a good warrior. I was mainly there to babysit my baby brother. They were working on some mission, but that's not really unusual. My father pays for his research one assassination at a time - no secret - and I tune out his business. I wish I'd paid better attention now, though. I don't know if it's related to any invasion."

The boy put his spoon down and regarded each girl in turn. "This morning, on the news, they talked about three admechs picked up for drug trafficking with intent to sell to youth. These three tech priests belong to an order known for being not only straight-edge, but also for its benevolent nature towards children. I know them all personally. Couldn't ask for a better bunch of good guys." His brow furrowed. "They arrested them moments after we left the carnival. I- I think these three Brothers..."

A pained expression flickered across his face, pinching his eyes closed and twisting the corners of his mouth into a soft grimace. "Hans told us to leave, and told us to take the truck and go to the Observatory instead of having you all walk to the Building. I think the Brothers sacrificed themselves so the NMJM wouldn't pick us up."

Marcus drew a steadying breath before continuing. "Brother Adrastus - most of you met him last night - is the de facto head of the Observatory. He's sort of a second father to me. Last night, he told me to take the truck in the morning, and keep it with me because I'll need it. He told me to keep close to Klaus. He basically sent me to live here instead of at the Observatory, and I don't know why yet, but I think it all ties in to the stuff that happened after the carnival. I'm guessing the meeting is gonna be about this somehow."

His gaze turned towards Kale. "Did you see anything weird last night?"
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Postby Torsiedelle » Fri Mar 20, 2015 8:49 pm

"Drug trafficking?"

Torii looked equally concerned. "That sounds like bullshit. I mean, the carnival had fucking cocaine stands. Why didn't they bust the people who owned it instead of some priests?", She said. She thanked Marcus for the coffee and snuggled up in the seat she had taken. "And the Mez guy? Mezran. I had some blood wine with him, Klaus, Chrys, and some younger cyborg girl the other night. They were worried about something relating to the police as well, I think."

She glanced at her other friends. "Like I said earlier, before we came here, I don't like how we're all left in the dark until now. If these scumbags are a threat, then we should've known earlier, but, hey, at least we'll know for sure soon."

She sipped her coffee. She'd never had instant before. Katya always bought the expensive kind; perks of having money and not having to work.
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Postby Swith Witherward » Fri Mar 20, 2015 9:21 pm

Marcus nodded. Torii was right. The charges were absolute bullshit. He found himself wondering if the trio had been released on bail, or whatever the process was. Perhaps they were back at the Observatory already, everything just a big misunderstanding or a case of mistaken identity? A nagging feeling told him that wasn't the case, though. The sense of guilt crept back and he pushed it out of his mind again. Wouldn't do to cry in front of girls.

He was pretty impressed that Torii was able to hang and drink with the older crowd. How long had she been doing that? The boy sipped his coffee while waiting for plant girl to formulate her thoughts, and then chimed in his two cents.

"Torii, I didn't know you hung out with the avatars and Conservators. I guess I spend so much time doing my own thing that I'm out of the loop on shit that happens around here. Maybe all of us are out of the loop on the scumbags because we're all busy doing our own thing?" It was a rhetorical question but one that had been pressing on his mind for a while, mostly because he seldom came up for air when bogged down by studies.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Fri Mar 20, 2015 9:40 pm

"Well, maybe.", Torii mumbled. She winced and stared at the floor. "I used to be friends with most of the adults, before I had any of you guys to hang with. They all stopped hanging out and getting jobs, and I don't talk to them much anymore. I like it when they acknowledge me, but I don't do it much nowadays. Besides, I have a bad history with the Conservators. I was almost arrested once."

It still bothered her. Kei probably forgot she even existed anymore, and the Nikanors were...nowhere near as close as they used to be. Then there was Dora....and Swith. What happened to Swith? She missed her old friends.

"I don't want to talk about it. I looked up to them all at one point. Not anymore. I don't trust the majority of them. I also think that the reason that we're out of the loop is because they got all uppity and too good for us and go on their own missions. That's my two cents. Before you lived here, Marcus, we all knew what went on, and all worked together. I mean EVERYONE, too. It all changed after the fucking Drones."
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Postby The Carlisle » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:49 am

Kale's mood was a bit downcast and one could pick up fear from her, being suppressed under a more serious look. Her mind was stuck on the invasion. Why? How? Who would do this? These questions were stuck in her head. She tried to think of answers, but nothing appeared. Kale was raised in a peaceful nation, with no real enemies. No invasion happened, so the entire concept was foreign to her. Deep down, she was scared.

Kale looked sharply up to Marcus, a little startled by him asking a question. She was half paying attention, half thinking. She thought for a monent before speaking again, listening to Torii and Marcus go back and forth.

"Well, were out later in the Carnival. Got stuck in a memory tent or something. When we came out, the Carnival was packing up. Tons of people, all of them looking with such hateful glares. One threw a shoe at Remilia. Well, that's my nickname for her. The young Fvaarniimarian girl. Anyways, Hans arrived. He was quite mad for us being out late. But he and a few NMJM escorted us out of the carnival. He said something that might be weird before we left. 'Don't stop until you hit the lobby, and don't take any action that would force us to arrest any of you,' he said. Sounded normal at the time, but I don't know anymore with those arrested tech priests," she said, breathing a bit before continuing the spiel," I mean, you said NMJM were supposed to arrest y'all. But, they were escorting me and my group out of the carnival. Maybe they were targeting people in your group or something. Or.... I don't know..." Kale sat back in her chair, taking a small sip of her coffee. The bitter taste she wasn't a fan of, but it helped keep her mood steady.
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Postby The BranRiech » Sat Mar 21, 2015 5:26 pm

"Mmm." Yuna nodded at the revelations, unsure herself why the men were arrested for seemingly no reason. She still wanted some reason to believe that everything was going to be fine, but with Torii getting unreasonably angry, and other people chiming in, she didn't know what to believe. "Well, are they alright at least? Were they let go or anything once they found out that they didn't do anything wrong? Why would someone get in trouble for something they didn't do?"

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Postby Swith Witherward » Sat Mar 21, 2015 6:48 pm

"The Drones changed everything, Torii," the boy's voice held more than just bitterness toward the notion. Stupid Drones. They screwed up so much, especially his entire childhood. They made things miserable, and tore apart his family, and still haunted his life like ugly ghosts. The mention of the Drones drove a lot of the sparkle from his eyes.

Marcus face was unusually stern as he listened to Kale's tale. "Hans is Klaus' cultist leader. He's loyal to Klaus, but the NMJM - officially the USiPo - is populated by cultists. I'm guessing he warned you guys for the same reason he warned us - Klaus looks out for Residents."

The coffee passed over his tongue although he didn't even stop to savor it. "We left before the carnival ended. You guys would have left after the Brothers were arrested, because the carnival was still active in the background when I saw the news story. So, if they were escorting you out, it was maybe because he was protecting you from the people. The mundanes. Remember the teens last year that attacked us? That attitude has only gotten worse over the year, and now it's not just people our age. It's adults, and even little kids parroting older teens and adults. The Observatory stopping giving tours a while ago. And the elementary schools used to do field trips there but stopped, citing that parents didn't want their kids exposed to "abnormal freaks", meaning the cyborgs of course."

He lifted his eyes to look at Yuna. "I don't know what happened to the Brothers. I probably won't know until I make a few calls, but I'm going to find out. These were really good and kind men. I'd hate to think that they caused some sort of scene to distract people from harassing us while we were leaving."
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Postby Giovenith » Sat Mar 21, 2015 7:38 pm

As Giovenith remained silent and listened to her friends talk about the going-on's about their world, she mentally pulled herself inward tighter and tighter to fasten against the ever-growing thoughts rattling around in her head and heart. They were not nice thoughts. At first they were merely angry, but then they grew nasty, and now they were outright dark. They were blackened by the descriptions bouncing around the table and the distressed, heartbroken looks that came with them. Tighter she pulled herself, for she did not want to show that she had reached an understanding that she had gratefully lacked for most of her life, but was now upon her with a grim acceptance. For the first time in her life, Giovenith understood why deities became so furious over dishonor.

Every single fear, struggle, pain, heartache, panic, and death scare from the numerous invasions they faced was flashing before her mental eye one way, while the processes of the mundanes' disdain from them raced the other. She remembered blood on her hands from scars she had tended with the sniffy faces of the ignorant superimposed on them. She remembered her trip with Naomi to Elohim and the souls they'd put back to proper homes, souls now using their new lives to wander the streets looking for innocents to use as symbols for their petulant sense of self-righteousness.

I want to take it all back, chilly thoughts misted around her mind, almost reaching her lips but never quite making it. I want to pluck every blessing we've ever given them from their fingers one by one and see their eyes fill with that horrible realization, that you don't know what you have until you don't have it anymore. I want to rip all the bandages, and crutches, and buttresses, and padding we slaved over away, watch them fall back into the dust, and only offer forgiveness when we are good and ready. I want them to see what they had, and how they are without it, without us--pathetic, spoiled simpletons who would be bone dust and ash by now if it weren't for people here doing every little damn thing for them.

The girl found herself in a paradox, where one part of her was scared by those thoughts and another couldn't bring itself to care. Both those parts, however, understood the one fateful truth of the matter: there was nothing Giovenith could do about it. For all she had gone through, she was little just a little girl. There wasn't anything they could change. Or could they?

What now? What about downstairs? she thought bitterly, narrowing her eyes at her lap. What's decided to smash into the peaceful little land of Bielefeld this time? More Drones? Alien invaders? Some mad god? Mutant robot chimpanzees from the eighth dimension? Oh, but we'll just fix that right up for them too, won't we? Once that's handled they can have more time to focus on the important things, like repaying us with half-witted crime accusations and attacks on our character if not our bodies.

The embittered teen felt like spitting at the idea of bandaging some fool while he spewed obscenities at her for reasons a toddler could poke holes in. They forgot what happened just over two years, what would any of it change? Why should they suffer because the people of Bielefeld had the memory capabilities of goddamn squirrels?

Because it's the right thing to do, some small part of her quipped from the shadows.

Nice things come at a price, she reminded it.

Outwardly, Giovenith politely coughed into her clenched fist.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Sat Mar 21, 2015 7:57 pm

Ah, yes, the regular people coming to hate them all. Torii had her own dislike, and she still had her nasty thoughts, despite calming down over the last two years. Still, the hate she saw from the citizens was disgusting, not to mention hypocritical as all.

"Why should the people of Bielefeld dislike supernaturals? They're the pussies who came begging us to save their sorry asses. I swear, they're worse than the French. Besides, it wasn't all supernaturals who helped them, or live here.", She said. "I'm just like any of the humans outside. I still helped save their asses, and even spent my time on an operating table from a bullet hole in my fucking stomach, and for what? A police force I didn't want from the start, and a bunch of ungrateful little shithead civilians who would be better off under a dictatorship."

She crossed her arms. "I think whatever is going to attack isn't our only enemy."

Torii didn't know what Gio was thinking, but she'd probably agree with her if she did. She never forgot how much she hated people outside the building. She wondered what Yuna and Kale thought. She eyed all of her friends. She looked paranoid.
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Postby Erinkita II » Sat Mar 21, 2015 8:06 pm

Eumelia the Cyclops entered the foyer of The Building--Bielefeld residents always seemed to pronounce it with capital letters--carrying a sack of gold, two changes of clothes, a very old scroll, a tin of watercolours, and a mind like a puppy who's just spotted an unattended birthday cake.

Her mood had already been buoyed when she saw the door. It was easily high enough for her to enter without ducking. And the foyer itself... It wasn't just a matter of size, although it did seem as though everything had been built to her scale, even the thick marble bench labelled--in her native language no less--"Thriller's Thinking Bench". Whatever that meant. No, it wasn't just that this place had been built to Cyclopean proportions. It was that this was exactly how she had imagined human creations would look before she had seen any.

The architecture was a familiar style, all soaring marble columns and heroic statues in little alcoves. The floor was a brilliantly detailed mosaic depicting a gigantic yellow sunburst with icons at the end of each point: animals, trees men, tools, weapons, planets, enigmatic things she could only being to guess at. It looked like home, but it was all new. All freshly built and clean. She ran her long-fingered hand up one of the columns. It was smoother than any stone she'd ever felt. There was no seam of imperfection anywhere. And there was something about the design too. It didn't quite match the archaic sensibilities of the Cyclopes. There was an edge of sleek modernity to the whole thing. A closer look at the statues revealed more of this juxtaposition. One showed a heroic bearded figure holding aloft a mobile telephone as if he had just stolen it from the gods. Another was triumphantly loading clothes into a washing machine. Melly grinned. Humans knew what they were doing. These were accomplishments worth commemorating.

She approached the reception desk--built to her height, she noticed, so the slim young man behind it must be sitting on a very high chair--and found a clipboard pushed into her hands before she had managed to say a word. The receptionist looked her in the eye, gave her a tight, rehearsed smile and returned his attention to his computing engine.

Melly read the document in her hands before saying anything else. She never skimmed, always read each word carefully. It was a residency agreement. An entirely straightforward one too, even to someone as unused to paperwork as she, except for the anomalous facts that it already had her name printed very clearly on it, and like the signs on the doors and bench, was written in her first language.

She wrestled with the question of whether or not to question this. What had the people she'd spoken to said about The Building with its very significant capital letters? That is was a special place. That it was where all the 'people like you' lived. That it had been made for them. It was very surprising to find out something was exactly as advertised. Her short experience of this place had met her every expectation, which was extremely unexpected.

"I think..." she said, her sandy voice echoing in the giant foyer. The neat-haired young man looked back up at her. "I think this might be the best place in all the worlds."

The receptionist gave her another smile, warmer, more genuine this time. She took hold of the wonderful, marvelous ballpoint pen--another thing one of the statues proudly held--and signed Ευμελια.

"Apartment 9D," the receptionist said as she exchanged the form for a key "There's a residents' meeting in the communal dining room shortly. Enjoy your stay."
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Postby The BranRiech » Sat Mar 21, 2015 8:33 pm

"Rome never fell in a day, or something of the sort. Right? That's something I read somewhere, but I think it makes sense." Yuna shrugged. "It kinda' goes like this, the way things collapse is because of the small things." The girl sighed, looking around for somewhere to sit. She was unaware of the seething rage burning deep within her friend, though she at least noticed the tension in the air, as if it could be cut with a knife.

"This could be the collapse, or something more, just a change for better or for worse."

With not much else to add, Yuna shrugged again as she looked around. "But something does need to be done, if what we're hearing is true. We live here too."
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Postby The Carlisle » Sat Mar 21, 2015 8:48 pm

Kale twiddled her thumbs, her expression showing nervousness, anxiousness, and fear. Her breathing was faster than before, reflecting this mood shift. Marcus's words put her into this, digging up her past experience. No... her past life.

Her life was determined by the systemic fear of magically gifted people. Even though her nation was a shining beacon of progressiveness, it was still held back in this one field. Every important corner determined her fate. Her parents, first willing to keep her, eventually grew a disdain for her after people knew about her and started avoiding them. After a magical incident caused by her, one that saved her life, she was pushed into the Academy system of her nation, a horrible system not designed to teach but contain her. She was lucky to go to the best possible one and met the only person she loved, her only family, Garrus. But after he left the world, things went for the worse. She had to leave, but the laws wouldn't allow her to and even when she was the age of majority,, society wouldn't accept her. The nasty looks wouldn't go away because she was older; People knew who she was. So she had to leave.

And now... here it was again. She tried her best to escape it but all she did was step into another brutal cycle. She felt like crying at the realization, but she kept it deep down within her to not worry her friends. But that worry was back on her mind.

She did not hate the people though. Their fear was somewhat reasonable. All these people with mindboggling and insanely powerful abilities and magic all in one place. Who wouldn't? But it was how one reacts to that fear is what determines the actions. In her life, hate was the reaction. People often hate what they fear, and that drives them to seek actions to either contain or get rid of it. But sometimes, people will react by trusting them, similar to states, and will work with them, seeking cooperation and understanding.

But turning hate into trust is extremely difficult, and from what Kale took from this it looked like a lot of work still needed to be done. An invasion previously didn't do it, neither will this. People will trust those who have the power that can destroy their threats only as long as those threats existed. As soon as it was safe, they flip back to hating them. Cooperation, understanding, working together. There needed to be a driving effort if this view of them was to change at all. As soon as the invasion was over, they needed to do this. For the entire Building.

Kale thought that over for a bit, a little bit excited and happy at the thought. Maybe.... she could lead it...

She looked to the others, a queer smile on her face. "Maybe, after the invasion, we can put ourselves out there. Make them see that we are normal people despite out powers, that our powers don't determine who we are. Maybe then, they will see..." she said, giggling a bit at her somewhat inspirational statement.
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Postby Highfort » Sat Mar 21, 2015 9:11 pm

Relieved that his body was a the same, he fidgeted with the belt as he pondered the need for deodorant, "Why would I- oh, right, young. Have to actually care about my appearance and no generator to hide the smell. Hmph, this youth business seems more annoying already."

Still, in spite of all the setbacks being mostly-organic and youthful again were presenting, he was glad that no trace of him could be detected as Nifid. He was a human, and as much as he might've torn away at his own flesh and bolted bits of metal onto his frame, that was how he intended to stay. When she mentioned the shrinking, implanted battery, he felt his abdomen for some sort of lump but couldn't make one out. Another nifty bit of Nifid tech, he figured. He'd need to sit her down and ask her sometime how exactly she fit it in there and how her people's tech worked. Seemed to be integrated rather nicely compared to the jarring juxtapositions of muscle and metal that characterized his own augmentations.

"Almost like..." he was about to say magic, and then remembered a little tidbit he'd come across from a certain man named Clarke on Earth. One of his books had mentioned something about technology appearing to be magical should it be advanced enough, and he wondered for a moment just exactly how advanced Neste's people were. They did create her, after all, and as far as life went she was a far, far cry from the likes of PIG and Hannibal.

His mind flickered back to the scene in the library. Definitely a far cry from PIG and Hannibal.

Focus, you lecherous bastard. The voice in his head let out what appeared to be a sigh of... disappointment? It clarified: You're usually not this annoying and crass, not recently, anyways. I guess regaining your youth is having more effect on you than anticipated. No matter. I'll keep you on the straight-and-narrow, you can be sure of that.

After she finished wiping the blood off of his face, he quit fidgeting with his belt and decided it was time to go. Her words gave him pause, even as he raised a leg to practice walking on the way to the Resident meeting.

"I'm... honored... to be a piece of your heart," the words came out halting, slow, afraid he wasn't giving her confession the proper reverence it deserved, "And I hope the colors I make there are only... happy ones. You deserve them, after all, been through more than enough to earn that... and more, of course."

Now that you've given her a stunning rendition of why you can't be an orator for a living, why not make haste so we're not late to the meeting? That would be helpful, no? The voice let out of a huff of frustration and Septimus acknowledged it with a slight frown.

"The resident meeting, right," he shook his head to clear his thoughts of the nagging voice, "Mind showing me the way? First time, new resident and all that."
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Postby Swith Witherward » Sat Mar 21, 2015 9:39 pm

It was a curious response, prompting Neste to tilt her head as Septimus stumbled over words. The lizard smiled and made a mental note to explain the heart-color syntax when time was less pressing.

"Wouldn't look good walking in last," she admitted, "Captain Blackwater will cluck her tongue at us and make some offhanded remark about broken watches."

Amara fell in behind them as they passed through what used to be Neste's living room. The trio were joined in the hall by Rodney, and then by Rudolf as they passed through the lobby on their way to the second floor where other Residents had gathered.


6:40 PM

The Communal Dining Room doors opened a bit early to allow Residents a chance to acquire scones and doughnuts. The tables had all been rearranged so that everyone would face forward rather than have to crane their necks or adjust their chairs. Carafes containing coffee and hot water were distributed along these tables, as were cream and sugar and tasteful tea bags from the local tea shop.

Several people were already present. A table had been set at the very front of the room and guests already occupied it. They turned away from their conversations to regard the Residents as they entered the room.

The most noticeable was a large and heavily augmented cyborg in a long, black robe. He seemed rather timeworn but his facial wrinkles echoed laughter rather than frowns. He could have passed for one of Thaddeus’ former monastic order (in fact, he was), so similar were their augmentation designs. He all but dwarfed the old woman seated beside him.

Mrs. Brisby cast curious glances at the Residents. She knew a few but most were strangers to her. The tea shop owner leaned towards her husband as he put some names to the fresh faces, and she nodded in recognition. Mr. Brisby occasionally needed to lean to the other side to clarify pronunciation with Klaus, which the avatar was more than happy to assist with; the empty chair beside him would later house Minerva’s backside.

Hans stood off to the side with Fritz. Both men seemed oddly detached as they wrapped up their conversation.

Ocho was also already present. The alien was prone to laziness and felt no need to clear out once his business had been conducted. He sat at a Resident table at the back of the room (where his massive body wouldn’t block anyone’s view) and mulled over things as people passed him by. His customary cloak hid his second set of arms but a steaming cup of tea was cradled between mismatched cybernetic and organic primary hands. Thaddeus Cerillium had taken the chair next to him (for the same size concern reasons).

Minerva was the first to lift her voice. “Hello, everyone. Please, help yourselves to some scones. Coffee and tea are on the tables already. Please find a seat. I’d like to get started by 7 PM sharp.”

Her gloved hand brushed the red locks from her eyes as she settled into the vacant chair at the guest table. Klaus slid a fresh cup of tea towards her. There wasn’t too much of a rush. After all, it was a large Building and people were still taking care of last minute things. The Residents would trickle in over the course of twenty minutes and then she’d begin.
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Postby Northwest Slobovia » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:08 pm

At 6:50, the alarm on Sandy's phone went off, followed moments later by the one on Amanda's laptop. Amanda closed her laptop; Sandy put his computer to sleep after a lingering look at tomorrow's alchemetical shopping list. Everything seemed to be there, but he still felt something was missing. He finally shook his head and went out into the living room. “I think I'm set for tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to find anybody in town who carries unicorn hearts or the innocence of misspent youth.” Sandy flashed a smile at Amanda, but she just shook her head, swallowed the last of her coffee, grabbed up her mug, and told him to come on.

As they took an elevator down to the meeting, Sandy pulled out his phone, curious about the news of the day. After a second, he remembered how much taller he was than Amanda, and lowered his phone to it would be easier for her to read over his... elbow. The gesture was unnecessary: the elevator's doors opened almost immediately after Sandy started up his browser.

As they walked into the meeting room, both of them scanned the speakers at the front table, looking for familiar faces. They recognized only Minerva, which worried Amanda. She whispered to Sandy, "That kind of meeting, the sort that requires a general? Weren't we trying to leave that party?" He nodded solemnly, wondering about the others at the table. Neither of them had the slightest idea of what to make of the two large figures at the back of the room.

Amanda was very particular about where she sat in lecture-style meeting rooms: she wanted to watch people's reactions to the speaker. The best place she'd found for that was on side of the room furthest from the door, in one of the middle rows. A bit anti-social perhaps, but it was too much of an ingrained habit for her to change: better to watch a jury's reaction to opposing counsel than not. She picked a suitable seat and single-mindedly headed for it.

Sandy followed her; it was an adequate seat for his purposes too: he wanted to see who came to the meeting. They know only a handful of people in the building, and a meeting seemed like a good chance to meet the rest. He'd learn their faces, if nothing else. He'd have preferred seats closer to where other people were likely to sit, but he knew Amanda couldn't be disuaded from her choice. He sat next to her, distractedly conjuring coffee to fill her mug.
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Postby Mincaldenteans » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:13 pm

"Anais, a surprise to see you here at the meeting," Dan greeted with a warm smile that would put at mortal at eae. Such were the beings of Summer. He took a seat beside her after she gestured as such, the invitation not lost to the young fae as he sat next.

In turn the Eurasian woman smiled, though the expression soft and fleeting. She bowed her head slight, bone fragments of her intricate head piece clicking softly with her gesture.

"A pleasure as always Dan Foster of the Summerlands."

The young fae smirked at that, waving a hand in dismissal of formality. He was no more official as Dwayna's Vigilant was rogue. "Just Dan," he said simply. "Would you happen to know what this meeting is about?"

Anais shook her head, crossing her legs under the ankle length skirt that was equally lined with bone decorations and other esoteric material. "I do not. Alexia has sent me in her place. I will be the guilds representative in this matter. Do you know what this is about?"

The fae shrugged with a shake of his head. "The last I was in such a meeting, the residents were being shipped to the island."

"Lovely place," Anais interjected.

Dan nodded in agreement, but shrugged again, "perhaps it's another such relocation
We will know soon enough."

To that Anais could only nod and sip upon her glass cup of chilled water. The universe as she had come to adapt to was a perplexing one but unlike the rest of her guild she was stoic and poise about their predicament. When all was said and done her god had likely been through such events, her ancestors would surely have also.


Hunter had rushed to get to the meeting. The young Nevidian had never been late to anything and he was not about to be late to this either. He had listened to the breaking news with suspicious attention, personal opinion wavered as he wasn't sure which side - if any - was to take. The mere idea of unassuming monks being incarcerated reminded the young man of similar plights back home, before the war. Before everything was the difference between living one more day and saving another life.

Were they truly guilty of their supposed crimes? Were they deserving of justice equal to their offense? These thought conflicted to what he knew of monks in general, expecially those of his own kind. They sheltered and cared for, harbored but never hindered, embraced without force or subjugation. And for those virtuous acts they were hunted down like renegades, criminals and terrorists. Political dissidents, they were labeled. And Hunter only had memories of those events as he watched the news.

He also hated to admit such darkness but part of him missed those days. Hunter had turned into a fighter whether he had accepted it or not. The news of the Cultists left him guessing if that was what the meeting was about. His closest friend, Dan, didn't have a clue and it only resolved the Nevidian to be present tonight.

Entering the hall, Dan waved his hand from a short distance and Hunter nodded at the greeting. He moved through the chairs and sat next to the fae, nodding to Anais in greeting. "Guess this is turning out to be a block party eh?"

Dan shrugged again. Anais perked an eyebrow and that was the extent of their conversation.


Mezran entered the room with eyes that betrayed nothing of welcome or warmth. The Klingon had questions and the captain would see them answered before the night's past. He had no regrets in his family additions but secrets within the family bred dishonor, hatred, and anger. The house of StoH'raQ was beyond such foibles and Mezran was certain his brothers would hide little from him.

Why then did the back of his mind, the seat of doubt, cloud his every footfall?


Mab looked on to see the new and unfamiliar crowd the room. She had made herself scarce, undetectable to even the Summer child that sat by the mortals he held dear. Foolish little fae, if only he knew the hardships that came with associating himself with them.

But she was no different, Mab knew, entertaining such notions of vacation and getaways, shirking court responsibilities to her underlings in favor of a taste of freedom. In favor of being here at a chance of...

She shook her head of such childish notions. Instead she leveled her gaze at Fritz and Hans, the latter of which looked handsome as always, the sight of which Mab wrestled the urge to smile. Smiling won out, lining her delicate features of wintery cheer before fading back to her stoic countenance. She looked on, with thoughts running back to her stay thus far and Winter.

And choice.

The Queen of Air and Darkness wondered if it was Fritz, or herself that had given such a dangerous opportunity. She couldn't help but smile again; look at where it had landed her? In the midst of beings that, in her past and present, meant little to her, and now she was involved . The Queen wanted to laugh.

After all, what else was there to do?
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Postby Torsiedelle » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:17 pm

Around the same time as Amanda and Sandy, two others arrived. Torii was ahead of her friends, and, waiting for them, took a seat to the side, around the middle, closer to the front of the room. Katya, her older sister, took a seat at another table near the front. While Katya seemed calm, Torii was obviously annoyed and ready to start asking questions. Torii nodded to Mezran, and Katya to Klaus and Minerva, but neither said anything.

Nearby Sandy and Amanda, another girl leaned against the wall, watching like them. Jasmine crossed her arms and observed the room. This was going to be interesting.
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Postby Tiltjuice » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:25 pm

Chrys was the first to move, stepping out into the fourth floor hallway. It was unusually quiet in the Building, the silence what you might find on a luxury yacht bobbing on the waves off the Sun Coast.

The two men followed and the three of them stepped into the room, Luce immediately making a beeline for the complimentary snacks table.

"My Brother's people picked up a bad habit of always having time for tea," Chrys confided to Mezran, who grunted in acknowledgment.

From the lobby, Dora cleared her throat. The Thinking Bench was capable of holding the weight of each and every Resident, and sometimes the ponderous thoughts that they bore. She recognized Melly for what she was, of course, from the tales of her homeland.

In her mother tongue, flavored with the barest tinge of Piraeus and severely worn by centuries of neglect, she spoke. The words were still comprehensible but took some time.

"You're a long way from home, stranger, as am I. Can I offer you any refreshments? Or, if you prefer, I'm sure there will be some at the meeting upstairs. There usually are, and perhaps you can meet some of the other Residents."
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Postby Giovenith » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:29 pm

Giovenith took a deep breath and smoothed out her lap, putting herself in the right mind to not let her previous negativity impact what was to come. She had to stay positive to think clearly. For everyone. She'd left Pippa-Michelle in her room since this was beyond the golem's understanding (if it was an invasion, she was going to ask one of her siblings to care for it; a battlefield was no place for a dim, skittish thing made of a fragile substance like paper), and as expected, Willow was still gone, which both worried and relieved her. Relieved in that he might miss the invasion altogether and not have to face the horrors, and worried that he'd been gone enough that it might be a possibility he and the others could walk back in at the wrong time. Hopefully the former--maybe she'd call just to make sure. Till then, time to listen.
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Postby Erinkita II » Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:55 pm

Melly spun around at the sound of another voice from somewhere she was certain hadn't contained a person a moment ago. She spun around too fast, almost tripped over her own feet, and did a frantic little tap dance to avoid falling over.

The speaker was a young woman with blood-coloured hair, beautiful by human standards she supposed. Melly felt a slight pang of jealousy for her outfit, aware of her own dusty, out of place chiton. It took her a moment to comprehend that she had spoken a language Melly had discovered was all but dead in this world. Melly gave her an embarrassed pointy-toothed smile.

"Er, yes." she replied, approaching the definitely now occupied bench "Quite a long way, but it's been worth it for this place. If the meeting is now, I think I'd like to get there quickly." Melly gave her a closer look. She seemed entirely normal. Melly wouldn't pick her out of a crowd of humans. "You're far away from home too? It doesn't show. I wouldn't have guessed."
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Postby The BranRiech » Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:26 pm

With their chores finished for the day, Bran and Rachelle both entered the dining room together. If there was something Bran had to do at this point in his life, it was to give his daughter some valuable experiences in what the building had to offer. He never wanted to expose Rachelle to the darker side of living where they did, but at some point, he knew she was going to experience it. "Alright, when they start talking, just be quiet." He nodded, patting a seat right next to the one he'd taken, sitting down with a huff, carrying nothing but a water bottle with him.

--

Out of all the Branriechians living in the building, Toscha was the next to arrive, taking a seat further towards the back, but still within earshot of the front where the speaking would be coming from. He grabbed himself a small plate, and filled it up with snacks, before sitting himself down, hopefully out of everyone's way.

--

And next in line was Yuna.

Yuna walked in, and right past her friends, instead choosing to take a spot further to the front of the room, intrigued. She didn't want to miss any information. Her suit ruffled slightly as she sat down, and her wings twitched with anticipation as she waited for the meeting to begin. What Yuna failed to realize, however, as that she'd ended up picking a spot right next to Kei, who'd wandered in a few minutes before.

The goddess sighed.

Didn't she wipe them all out?

Her bright orange hair was different than seen before, cut short and feathered. She turned her head to regard the Pyersai, shrugging. It wasn't worth the effort at this point, purging the poor creature who's people she'd massacred thousands of years before. She'd driven them from their homes, but for what?

"Greetings." She nodded. Yuna was quite surprised to hear the voice, and turned to regard the larger woman. "Oh . . . H-hi." She nodded meekly, turning away as quickly as possible.

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Postby Tiltjuice » Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:46 pm

Dora unfolded from her Indian-style perch on the bench and swung her legs to the floor. Her typical attire lent itself to sporty or utilitarian; but that had been in times past. The gray jeans and rust-colored, long-sleeved T-shirt was her current attempt to appear closer to what city residents usually wore. It seemed to be succeeding as far as the Cyclops was concerned, but she wouldn't pat herself on the back just yet.

The pointy teeth gave her some pause, and again she wished she hadn't given up her abilities. If she hadn't, she would have been scrambling for a mirror; but as it was...

She stood up. "It's just upstairs, the dining room. Come, I can lead you there."
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Postby Monfrox » Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:54 pm

Mon made her fancy down into the Dining Room like the other residents, taking a donut and cup of coffee before taking a quick seat. Building meetings didn't happen often. In fact, this was the first one she ever went to, and still with so many new faces. Seems like she'd have to get to know more people, but that didn't mean there weren't a few familiar faces around. Still, she assumed now was a serious time to talk about serious issues.



Kelly had settled in with Zita, and didn't really want to mention anything else about what was going on, but a building meeting seemed like a good time to get some information together from there next day around.

"I'm gonna pop on down an' sit in on this meetin'. I'll be right back up when it's done an' fill ya in." Kelly told Zita as she put on her old uniform again. She had been casual around her partner and kept most of her uniform off, but now she needed to make an impression whether she wanted to or not. She still looked like she just stepped out of the Korean War Reenactor's Club, but she was still considering herself a CIA agent. The only thing that set her apart was that everything looked so new. She wouldn't have time to stop and smell the roses until she was done, so she headed down to the Dining Room and peeked into the door.

"Holy shit..." Kelly breathed before pulling the door shut again. Those....those were people? Sheesh, she was not prepared for this. Still, discrepancies or not, she needed to get info on what this place was. She pulled the bill of her M1943 field cap down as she walked in to find a seat while also trying not to make eye contact with the others. She took a vacant seat in a corner and began listening in on the others.
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Postby Swith Witherward » Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:58 pm

The afternoon and early evening had given Marcus enough time to reflect and to decompress. A call to the Observatory yielded nothing; he'd finally managed to distract his mind from the heavy matters only to walk into the dining room and find himself facing them once more. The Observatory's Archimandrite was the last person the youth expected to see as he shuffled in with the crowd.

Marcus' first reaction was an overwhelming sense of guilt, and he used the person in front of him for concealment. The hairs on the back of his head felt overly prickly against the inside of his grey hoodie. Surely Brother Adrastus hadn't come all the way out here to chew on him for skipping morning Lauds and evening Vespers? He'd also skipped the maintenance that accompanied them, something that was all too obvious by the dried milk occupying a corner of his wrist joint. The boy looked down as he tugged at his hoodie's sleeve, hoping the abbot's hawksharp eyes weren't trained on him while his fingernail worked to liberate the white flecks. His inattentiveness resulted in unintentional collision with the robed man in front of him.

"S-sorry!" he blurted at Septimus as he took a step back.

"Going somewhere in a hurry, Brother Marcus?"

Marcus looked down to find Neste's snout pointed towards him. It was another jarring contrast; she normally occupied a corner of his father's lab, just a patient sentinel standing watch as his father launched into tirades over Chaos politics and failed experiments.

"Er." It was a stupid thing to say, but his tongue failed the moment he spotted his sire seated next to some massive alien. His ears tinged pink.

The humanoid lizard rolled her golden eyes at the articulate teen. "Septimus, this is Marcus, Thaddeus' son, a rassophore from the Observatory. Marcus, Brother Septimus Itum of Agymnum."

The lad studied Septimus a moment, taking in his face and extremities, and then found his voice. "Miss Neste, I think you're confused. I've met Itum. He's older than dir-"

"We are blocking the door," Amara droned, thus ending all conversation as the group shuffled to the left - much to Marcus horror - to join Thaddeus and Ocho's table.

The teen found himself seated next near the very end. Amara, Neste, and Septimus put plenty of space between him and his father. His eyes scanned the room in search of his friends. Katya and Yuna were easy to find, but he failed to locate Giovenith or Torii.


Rodney broke from the group and chose a seat next to Kei. "Good evening," the Nifid smiled at the god. "I hope you don't mind if I join you both?"


Hans' gaze alighted on Mezran and Chrys. He winked his eye at her before returning to his conversation with Fritz. The avatar hadn't much time to spare this evening, and Hans wasn't about to brush him off. The cultist leader was not in his customary wool nor did he wear his favorite cardigan. Much like Fritz, a double-breasted top coat concealed a white dress shirt and black trousers. It was a drastic but necessary departure from the standard uniform, setting him apart from the other cultists under Klaus' command.
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Postby Erinkita II » Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:15 am

Melly gave a grateful nod and followed the still-unnamed but helpful woman, wondering idly who and what she was. If what she'd heard about The Building was true, she could be almost anything.

The dining room, like the foyer, the halls, and the stairway, was pleasantly spacious. Melly was a slight claustrophobe and appreciated room to move. She was surprised to see more than twenty people already there. Most looked human, but some were definitely anything but. Melly made a beeline for the food table and grabbed a handful of scones before following the lead of some of the other larger creatures present and taking a seat near the back, hoping her new friend would follow her.

She found herself sitting next to a grey-skinned, dog-faced entity of considerable bulk and man who looked mostly mechanical, with tubes feeding into his skull and some kind of mask over his mouth. "Hello!" she said brightly, giving a smile to both of them and the other occupants of this table: a teenage boy, a man in robes with what looked like a mechanical eye, an upright lizard, and a black-clad woman that Melly had to go back and look at twice.

She adjusted her chiton, feeling rather self-conscious in this room full of strangers of unknown species, and stuffed several scones in her mouth.
"I'm pwetty ekfited to wive hewe," she said between chews "Fo mamy people. I wonger whap ve meeping'v about."
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