Session Start: Sat Dec 01 00:00:00 2007
Session Ident: #taw
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Anything you prefer from our wide selection of items?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'll let you surprise me.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Ooh that's very dangerous territory.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'll take my chances.
<Xanatos> *Marcus smiles. "Very well. I'll see you then."
<Xanatos> *Theron kneels to pick up the bag slightly. "I believe you have won."
<Angela> Jen> "Nothing."
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> I just am loooking for delicious Omega Cokes.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Looks it.
<Xanatos> *Marcus shifts out with a wave.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina waves back.
<Xanatos> *Theron rises. "Did Dias or Marcus say something to upset you?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> The bag looked at me funny.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stretches, in a drunken daze
<Xanatos> *Theron seems amused. "I see. Could you replicate the look, so I will know how I shouldn't look at you."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *crosses her arms, staring at him blandly*
<Xanatos> <Theron> I see. That joke was not accepted. *he frowns slightly*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Or this was the look.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Ah. I see. Then I shall not look at you blandly.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Or I could be lying. I am drunk.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Then I am at a crossroads. Which should I believe?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *shrugs*
<Xanatos> <Theron> Well, I think I will step back and bother you no furthur. I would hate to ruin your 'buzz'.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Fair enough. See you around, Ther. 6* She walks off.
<Xanatos> *Theron bows his head. "And you as well, Cheryl."
<DeathStar> -END-
Session Close: Sat Dec 01 00:12:50 2007

Session Start: Sat Dec 01 19:34:07 2007
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20071201.log'
<DS[ChaChas]> Stardate: 10-588.1.17
<DS[ChaChas]> Location: HQ
* Theron` is doing what is always does, reading a book in the main room, relaxing in a comfy chair.
<Kit> 6Freyja enters through the main entrance, for once, humming an upbeat melody while she descends the stairs, taking a pause to breath deeply once she reaches the bottom, then glances upward, eyeing Theron with a smile.
* Angela is now known as Jennifer
* Jennifer is now known as Jennifer`
* Theron` glances up. "Hello Miss Freyja."
* Jennifer` is going to work on a punching bag in the training room, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, a glove over her hand.
<Kit> <Freyja> Good morning, Theron. You like stories, don't you?
* Theron` pauses and shrugs after a moment. "I guess I do."
<Kit> <Freyja> What is the main character wearing in the second chapter?
<Theron`> Of? *he seems a bit confused* Oh, this book?
<Kit> 6Freyja nods.
* Theron` holds up the book to show it's some sort of biography. "I believe he has just reached his toddler years in Chapter 2."
<Kit> <Freyja> You mean to say he doesn't wear much? Why do you read biographies?
* Jennifer` kicks and punches, going through the motions, crying out each time she goes for a real hard blow.
<Kit> 6Chii sits up in the training room, holding her head painfully as she swoons getting to her feet. 1"...U-ugh.."
<Kit> <Chii> Hold it down, would you?
<Theron`> I think they are interesting.
<Kit> 6Freyja tilts her head slightly, then grins. 1"I see."
* Theron` nods his head, and assumes Freyja is finished so his eyes moves back down to the book.
<Kit> <Freyja> There is another biography I might like your opinion on, if you're interested.
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<Kit> <Freyja> Though not this second. There's another perspective that might benefit my purposes. Variety is the key to a myriad of truths.
<Theron`> Another perspective? On what?
* Jennifer` blinks, stopping mid punch as she looks over at Chii. "Huh?"
<Kit> 6Chii taps her head. 1"Hurts. Loud noises... Big ears, you know... urgh..."
<Jennifer`> "Are you hung over?"
<Kit> <Chii> O-Of course not.
<Jennifer`> "I'm training."
<Kit> <Chii> I can see that...
<Kit> 6Chii stumbles into one of the punching bags.
<Kit> <Freyja> A story very close to me.
<Kit> 6Freyja glances upward, peering toward the ceiling. 1"I forgot some things about it, and I'd like some help finding them again."
<Theron`> Then I can deduce from our previos conversation that this story is of yourself.
<Theron`> NRP: previous*
<Kit> 6Freyja looks down and fixates on Theron, then glances away. 1"Maybe."
<Theron`> It is only natural to want to remember things we've forgotten.
<Kit> 6Freyja nods and begins walking toward the hall. 1"Yeah, it might be... I should... ask the other before Warren comes to his senses."
<Theron`> Very well. *he keeps his eyes on his book, flipping a page*
* Jennifer` stares at Chii.
<Kit> 6Chii pushes away from the bag and stumbles, but regains her footing and scowls at the ground as if its fighting back.
<Kit> 6Chii glances upward, then recoils before pausing. 1"Oh, you."
<Kit> <Freyja> Mmhmm. Jennifer, would you like a chance to... gain some experience?
* Jennifer` looks at them both oddly. "...Experience? And what do you mean by 'Oh, you'?"
<Kit> 6Chii points at Freyja. 1"I meant that."
<Kit> <Freyja> How rude.
<Kit> 6Freyja glances to Jennifer. 1"You're not happy staying here while the others traipse their tasks and orders, right?
<Jennifer`> "I don't like sitting idle..."
<Kit> <Freyja> Want to change that?
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren clears his throat, standing behind Freyja.
<Kit> 6Freyja pauses and looks over her shoulder. 1"Oh, you woke up."
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> I was never asleep.
<Kit> <Freyja> In a sense.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> Never in a sense.
<Kit> <Freyja> I'm sure you love memory lane, want to come?
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> Let me think. No.
<Kit> 6Freyja waves cheerfully to him. 1"Okies, baibai!"
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren doesn't move
* Jennifer` looks between them.
<Kit> 6She looks back to Jennifer. 1"Well, how about it? I'm asking Theron as well."
<Kit> <Freyja> I'm sure he's a good example.
* Jennifer` looks back at Warren.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren keeps his typical disapproving look when dealing with the Fairlights.
<Kit> <Chii> Don't do it. She's -evil-!
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren turns and walks out
<Kit> 6Chii trips over her own foot and faceplants painfully.
* Jennifer` looks at the both of them and sighs, "...How is this different from the sims? I'm using those regularly."
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh, I don't think there will be any fighting. How were you in history?
<Jennifer`> "History...? I haven't been to school in over a year now."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *clings to the ceiling while wearing a ninja hood*
<Kit> <Freyja> I wasn't being literal. Here, let me explain-- Not everything about battles, or life in general, is about the obvious or the blatent skills at hand. Sometimes you need to look beyond the facts and in other cases, you need to adapt. I'm merely offering a chance for you to escape these walls for a while.
<Kit> <Freyja> All I ask in return is that you help me by lending me your wisdom as well.
<Kit> 6Freyja pauses, then looks upward at Myria, staring.
<Jennifer`> "Ummm... it sounds less then painful."
<Kit> 6Freyja peers at Jennifer. 1"Hmm?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *pretends to be invisible!
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren steps back in with his disapproving look
* Jennifer` sighs and looks at Warren as though looking for an escape route.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *drops down*
<Kit> <Freyja> If you don't want to, just say no. It's as simple as that.
<Kit> 6Freyja raises an eyebrow. 1"You need more training if you can't even do that."
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren walks back out
* Jennifer` looks away and sighs.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Hello!
<Kit> <Freyja> At one point, perhaps, but now I'm not your enemy. This isn't a live or die situation.
<Kit> 6Freyja smiles pleasantly at Myria. 1"Hello, Myria."
* Jennifer` just waves her hand as though to say, "Alright, let's do this."
<Kit> <Freyja> Mh, more traits of her father.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Whatcha doing?
<Kit> 6Freyja inclines her head toward Myria. 1"I am asking Theron and Jennifer to help me look for something."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Can I help? *rocks on her heels*
<Kit> <Freyja> If you wish, I would not oppose.
<Kit> <Freyja> I can't promise you'd enjoy yourself, but you rarely seem to have trouble with that, Myria.
<Jennifer`> "What's wrogn with my father?"
<Kit> 6Freyja peers at Jennifer. 1"Besides his poor communication skills? Little. He's quite brilliant."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> So what are you looking for?
<Kit> <Freyja> Something not easily said in words...
<Kit> 6Freyja turns, waving her hand dismissingly. 1"We should get Theron and be on our way. It's a long trip."
* Jennifer` shakes her head a little and toys with her new hand.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Oh...I can get him! Look, I have Theron's credit card and bought a 20 gallon keg of delicious Omega Coke!
<Jennifer`> "Angela's company has to be very successful at this point."
<Kit> <Freyja> ...He is reading a book in the lobby... That's unnecessary." 6She trails out the door, rubbing her head.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> ...usually works though... *follows*
* Theron` glances up once they come back into the main room. "Ready?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *holding Theron's credit card for real*
<Theron`> *Theron eyes Myria and extends his hand out.
* Jennifer` ties her hair back into a short tail, looking at them all in a familiar, quiet way.
<Kit> <Freyja> I am." 6She nods. 1"Myria said she'd like to help. Jennifer is taking after her father, but seems not to -refuse-."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *gives it back*
<Kit> 6Freyja gestures toward the stairs, then begins her way up them. It's odd to see her ...walking.
<Theron`> *Theron frowns and shakes his head at Myria, pocketing it. "Using this is very bad. They can trace us." He scolds, standing and moving up the stairs now.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren stands on the stairs - to the side - staring disapprovingly.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Only if the order comes from here..and not from Alpha Centauri...
* Jennifer` looks back at her father, staring shamefully.
<Jennifer`> "I was told to make friends, I am simply making an effort on the order."
<Kit> 6Freyja glances at Warren before walking past him, smiling softly, but it's weak this time. 1"You're still welcome, but I doubt this is your kind of thing, given all that's happened." 6She ventures the minute amount left to the surface and stares upward, her face pelted by droplets of water. 1"Hah, figures."
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren follows Freyja with his head.
* Jennifer` grabs her coat on her way out. "...Need fresh air."
* Theron` just steps outside and glances around.
<Kit> 6Freyja takes a short trek beyond the entrance to an open part of the clearing, slowly being soaked by the downpour. 1"Well, rain is cleansing, they say. If you're all prepared, over here."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Its wet!
* Theron` steps over to Freyja, seemingly oblivious to the rain.
* Jennifer` pulls a hood over her head, not getting so wet.
<Kit> <Freyja> The water will not harm you, Myria.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Where is the thing we are looking for?
<Kit> 6Freyja kneels on the grass and holds her hands together, assuming a position so classically used in prayer. 1"You'll see."
* Jennifer` crosses her arms and looks about, wondering what she got herself into.
* Theron` crosses his arms as he glances up at the sky, closing his eyes as the rain pelts onto his face.
<Kit> 6Freyja closes her eyes and focuses, silent for a moment, then opens them again and looks up. The sky darkens, for those gazing upward, otherwise, Jennifer and Myria quickly begin to watch the tree shivel in an alarmingly fast manner, losing nettles and branches.
<Jennifer`> "...WHat did you mean by history?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> What's happening?!
* Theron` arches a brow at the sky going black and glances around. "Yes. What are you doing?"
<Kit> 6Freyja returns to her feet, standing before a torii, an archway from two columns and two cross beams. 1"Don't be alarmed."
<Kit> <Freyja> As I said, this is harmless. To you three, that is.
* Theron` looks at where they are standing, glancing around slowly.
<Kit> 6Freyja places a hand to her chest and glances around, as if gazing at things foreign even to her. The surroundings have become those of the torii outside the shrine on Fuji, granted that's new to most if not all of those she's brought.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren stands there - somehow - defying logic.
<Theron`> This is the location of your illusion.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Jennifer`> "Where the hell are we now?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *rocks on her heels*
<Kit> 6Freyja moves slowly and taps her lip, peering at the lake, the shrine a backdrop behind her and the torii she started by. 1"Not exactly. But it is where they originate. This... The last time people came here, it was an accident, or perhaps something caused by that Dark One that possessed Spade."
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Kit> <Freyja> This is my heart, or soul, or whatever you wish to call it.
<Theron`> I see. *he stops glancing around and looks to Freyja* What is here that you seek?
<Kit> <Freyja> ...
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Kit> 6Freyja turns, her arms across her chest in the manner that Chii frequents. 1"I'm not sure. Something, anything, that I may have forgotten. An answer to a question I'm not sure how to ask."
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren pops a vicodin to that.
<Kit> <Freyja> Something I may overlook... Hence..." 6She peers downward, almost in an embarassed fashion.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren walks off again. Despite the location.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> So we just look around here?
<Kit> <Freyja> The shrine is where we should start. It most likely houses my memories if this is the representation.
<Kit> 6Freyja glances toward the lake again, then looks around the clearing. 1"This is where it all began. Where it ended, and began again. Time and time again I see this place."
* Jennifer` shrugs a bit.
<Theron`> Then we should waste no time. Please lead the way.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *alreadywalking toward the shrine*
<Kit> 6Freyja tries to look pleased, smiling, but it seems fake now more than ever. 1"Sure." 6She turns and heads through the torii, into the clearing of the shrine. The eight miniature torii are present, but this time, the runes aren't there. She heads for the small thatched building atop some wooden stairs at the far end.
<Theron`> Myria. Watch yourself. *he warns, as he moves along after them*
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> What could happen?
<Theron`> I do not know. That is why I said watch yourself.
<Kit> <Freyja> ...Well, technically you might get lost in my memories. With a few millenia worth, that's a ways of wayward.
<Jennifer`> "...I thought you said harmless."
<Kit> <Freyja> I would find her eventually. I'm good with spirits.
<Theron`> It will be best if that does not happen.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Bleeeeeh.
<Kit> 6Upon entering the smaller building, the outside world becomes unapparent-- Like the last time one of these realms was entered, Theron, Myria and Jennifer along with Freyja find themselves on narrow paths of what seems like stardust in a web of threads between spheres of reality, each depicting different locations and events.
<Theron`> Fascinating. *he says, looking from reality sphere to reality sphere.
<Kit> 6The sheer amount present is a bit overwhelming at first, more of them than actual void to look for. 1"Mm, this is the beginning of the long walk, I mentioned..." 6She gazes at one where she herself is floating upward, seeming to be yelling down at what is likely Cassandra, Setsuna, Marcus, Dias and the likes.
<Theron`> Our first meeting was not a pleasant one. *Theron notes as he moves along*
<Kit> <Freyja> No, it went beyond even my dictation.
* Jennifer` rubs her head. "This is... freaky."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> I had a dream like this before..
<Kit> 6Freyja leads along one of the eerie strands, studying each globe in turn, as if determining their order. 1"What I seek is beyond the recent, buried deep in the past."
<Theron`> Then I imagine our walk will be a long one.
<Kit> 6She passes beyond another, not even looking at it. Ariel and Zephyr are seen, Megumi atop a platform, slamming her head into a staircase step.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Hehehe...funny.
<Kit> 6Erevis is saying something at the time, but it's silent.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren pops a vicodin again, standing there once more.
<Theron`> You have memories from each and everyone one of us here? Or are these strickly your memorieS?
<Jennifer`> "...Are they?"
<Kit> <Freyja> I do share memories, of course, but the ones near the paths should be ones from my own eyes.
<Theron`> I see.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Kit> 6She pauses at one, giggling.
<Jennifer`> "...What?"
* Theron` arches a brow, seeing what she is giggling at.
<Kit> 6Freyja points to a globe where much of the group are depicted as high school students.
<Kit> 6Then moves on.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> How juvenile. You'd think we were in school
<Jennifer`> "Tacky uniforms..."
<Theron`> It was an interesting mission.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *shuffles along*
<Kit> 6She ignores many again, eventually one depicts a ship bored through what appears to be a wall of crystal. The image is too distorted to make out much more.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren leaves again
<Theron`> What memory is that? *he points*
<Kit> <Freyja> That would be before the destruction of the real runes.
<Theron`> I see. *he nods, seeming very interesting in all of this*
<Kit> <Freyja> I was still trapped at the time. It was hard to see beyond Pandora.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Pandora?
<Kit> 6She pauses a moment, as if remembering something, then rubs her forehead and continues walking.
<Jennifer`> "Excuse me...?"
<Kit> <Freyja> Yes?
<Jennifer`> "What so you mean Pandora...?"
<Kit> <Freyja> ...It is the place all things 'rejected' from this reality were kept." 6She points upward, although it may not be clear to which of the many memories she's referring. 1"Two of your own were responsible for opening it."
<Kit> 6She gazes around, frowning. 1"I think I am beginning to understand. Perhaps it is not random."
<Jennifer`> "Who opened it?"
<Kit> <Freyja> I'm sure the answer to that question would come to you in time. Ah, over here." 6She doubles back down a diagonal thread and then begins heading deeper into the forest of stardust and three-dimensional replays.
* Theron` moves along quietly.
<Kit> 6Freyja begins to run, an odd enough sight, lightly trotting down paths with a clear inspiration to direction.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *skips along*
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren just walks.
* Theron` moves along quietly, still.
* Jennifer` follows along quietly. "Two of our own mm..."
<Kit> 6After several minutes she finally comes to a halt. 1"Yes, here it is."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> We found it?
<Theron`> Seems so.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Kit> 6Freyja reaches out to a specific memory, and grabs ahold of it.
<Kit> 6The surroundings disappear, and rain returns to everyone's senses. The sky becoming light grey, and the temperature similar to prior their entering the strange world within. The area seems similar, if not the same as the Fuji location.
<Theron`> Are we back? *he glances around when he asks that seeing not*
<Kit> 6Within the grass off to the right, a tiny girl in some ancient relic's idea of japanese formal wear, fights with a bow as large as her, and an arrow just as tall.
<Jennifer`> "This a memory of yours?"
<Kit> 6Freyja frowns at the image of the girl, vaguely familiar, with black hair, dark eyes, loomed over by another figure with similar features, but in her early twenties, smiling as she holds the girl's arm out, speaking in low tones. 1"Hold it like this."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> What's going on?
<Kit> <Girl> I don't want to, it's pouring! Besides, I can already hit it when it's not raining...
<Kit> 6The young woman laughs. 1"Yes, but what if it's raining?"
<Kit> <Girl> Hrmph, I'll try again some other day.
<Kit> <Freyja> Yes... A memory of mine.
<Theron`> Is that you and Chii? *he asks to Freyja*
<Kit> <Freyja> It's not Chii.
<Kit> <Woman> Oh come now...
<Kit> <Girl> It's stupid! Why do I need to shoot arrows?!
<Theron`> Ah. I see. *he watches*
<Kit> 6The bow's string twangs, and the arrow puts about a foot before burying the head in mud. The two figures pause in their antics to stare, then both laugh together.
<Kit> <Girl> This is why I say a gun's better.
<Kit> <Woman> You might be right.
* Jennifer` scratches her head.
* Theron` just watches quietly, not sure what is going on.
<Kit> 6A third human enters the scene, also dark-haired and eyes just as so. A man, he rubs his temples. 1"So easily you forsake it. I thought we agreed on the traditions being passed on?"
<Kit> 6The girl pulls down an eyelid and raspberries him, darting behind the woman.
<Kit> <Woman> Ahah, well, yes dear. But it shouldn't be the only things she learns, right?
<Kit> 6He's silent for a moment, then shakes his head. 1"Her hakama's filthy. We should return home."
<Kit> <Woman> Uh-huh.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren is asleep as he stands there.
<Kit> <Girl> Yay!
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> ...I'm too hot.
<Kit> 6Freyja rubs her forehead, actually twitching. 1"Okay, that... I don't think that was necessary." 6They're standing back on the stardust platforms.
<Kit> <Freyja> A day like that, though. Not far off...
<Jennifer`> "You were ever a happy child?"
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Kit> 6She begins looking around. 1"Were you?"
<Kit> <Freyja> Tell me, what is 'justice?' ...Well, what is ...'right or wrong?'
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren peers at Freyja.
<Kit> <Freyja> Just when is it that these things apply to a person?
<Kit> 6She points. 1"Ahah, there."
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren just studies her in silence.
<Theron`> Right things and wrong things are as apparent as common sense. If you do not know these things, I fear for you.
<Kit> <Freyja> Well... I... Eh, never mind.
* Jennifer` thinks about that quietly.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren makes a hm sound, as if interested
<Kit> 6She reaches out and grabs another memory, holding it close. The sky remains dark, but instead, starts litter the sky rather than rain clouds. It's night time, and people are teeming everywhere-- Like a mall, except in the open air, with small booths set everywhere in sight.
<Theron`> A festival? *he asks after a moment*
<Kit> 6The same small girl is present, likely a year or two older, but barely taller. Her robe-like gown strewn with patters of fish and butterflies. Freyja nods. 1"Yes."
<Kit> <Girl> Eh? He's not coming, again!?
<Jennifer`> "You didn't grow very fast." *ignores her own short stature*
<Kit> 6The woman from before wraps her arms around the girl. 1"Shh, I know, I know." 6She giggles in a familiar manner. 1"Just be strong, alright? You know his work keeps him busy."
<Kit> <Girl> Tch, one of only two times a year that everyone dresses up and I actually look normal and that bastard is still off running around with drinking buddies. I would look -normal- for once, if you know, my papa was around too.
<Kit> <Woman> Oh stop worrying, you're normal enough..." 6Her eyes glance elsewhere, obviously thinking other than her words.
<Kit> 6An elder woman approaches the two, and they both brighten, the girl throws her hands up. 1"Grandma! Yeah! So I.."
<Kit> 6The grandmother holds out a pastry wrapped in paper, laughing. The memory ends abrubtly.
<Kit> <Freyja> Hrmph. I was happy, see? I was happy.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> I want a pastry...
<Kit> 6She gazes past Jennifer, looking for something else. 1"Besides, you're hardly one to talk of height."
* Theron` remains silent for the moment.
<Kit> <Freyja> But now that you mention it... I don't think I was happy often back then. I was... once in a while. I certainly did not hate my grandparents-- at that time.
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> ...
<Theron`> Life is rarely every that perfect kind of happy.
<Kit> <Freyja> Mm, that's true.
<Kit> 6She snatches a sphere behind Jennifer. 1"The sky was like that day."
* Jennifer` eyes her. "Are you calling me short?"
<DS[ChaChas]> <Warren> Height challenged.
<Kit> 6It becomes overcast again, rain pouring like the first memory. 1"Perhaps I am..."6Freyja moves, as a house is nearby, a manicured yard with several distinctly old features, such as a few dog statues, a torii, a fountain, but the house itself doesn't match the modernization about the gates.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *shuffles along behind*
* Theron` moves along beside Myria.
<Kit> 6Freyja looks in the window, scowling slightly, even though its dark to begin with, the surroundings dim, blacker than night. Inside the window, things are illuminated by a single candle, making it difficult to discern certain details.
<Kit> <Girl> Wh-what's going on..!?
* Jennifer` sighs a bit and rubs the back of her head.
<Kit> <Woman> Shh, it'll stop once the moon's phase ends. Just a bad dream, alright?
<Kit> <Girl> ..Dream!? Mama, I look like a ghost!"
<Kit> 6The girl's face, lit halfly by the candle, tilts upward in a sob, her eyes glowering yellow. Strands of her hair are pale, having lost colour.
<Kit> <Freyja> Yes, this is one of them.
<Jennifer`> "Creepy."
<Kit> 6Freyja crosses her arms indignantly. 1"Is not."
<Kit> <Girl> It's creepy!
<Kit> 6Freyja... turns away slightly, defeated by herself.
<Kit> <Woman> Haa, that's so mean." 6She leans in slightly, giving the girl a kiss on the forehead, revealing the same patterns. Whatever it is affecting Freyja's younger self, seems to run in the mother's side of the family.
<Kit> 6The door clamours aside on its frame, the man bursting in noisily, staggering across the first tatami laughing. 1"Ahh, Tomoe..!"
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh right, that's why the dog's name made me laugh.
<Kit> 6The man stumbles the other direction after righting himself, laughing in a stupor as horrible as his steps. He calls again before stopping before the two. 1"...Th-the hell..?!"
<Kit> <Woman> Oh good heavens, now of all times? Welcome home, dear!
<Theron`> You mean Lilith? *he watches carefull*
<Kit> <Freyja> Mmhmm, her real name, or at least, her original name was Tomoe. Same as my mother.
<Kit> 6The man falls to his backside, scrambling a few drunken pushes away. 1"...N-no..! You can't... Stay away!"
<Kit> 6The girl scrambles away, lost in the darkness, while the mother stands and approaches the man, laughing. 1"Oh stop that. It's just me..."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> What happened...?
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren appears asleep again.
<Kit> 6Freyja's quiet, looking off in a corner of the room where the girl might have retreated. The man continues to back away on the floor in a pathetic crabwalk. 1"His work was stressful, but he still shouldn't have used it as an excuse to drink so much."
<Kit> <Woman> Come now, that's an unsightly look... Just get up and we'll talk it over. You know, over a drink or two, or three...
<Kit> 6The man lets out a hysteric shrill and backs up into the wall beside the door, looking around frantically, reaching for something on a shadowy part of the wall.
<Kit> <Freyja> Then again, mother talked too much sometimes.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Hmmmm.... *rocks on her heels*
* Theron` glances at Freyja, before looking back inside.
<Kit> <Woman> Oh put that away, it's not like you're going to use i--" 6Her words are cut short by a jerk of her body. She pauses, glancing downward in the darkness, then falls back a step, collapsing to her knees, then her back, something thudding across the ground beside her. 1"Or ...maybe you will... haa... ha.."
* Theron` arches a brow.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> ...I saw this coming...
<Kit> 6The man regains his footing, quiet, sobered by the events perhaps. He kneels, checking her. 1"...I ..." 6There's a long pause. 1"...It has to be done. Su-- ...Sumire, come here sweety. Where are you?"
<Kit> 6He goes to call again, when he suddenly twists his head around, gazing at something, then falls on top of the woman breathing something incoherent from a distance. The girl moves forward, visible by the candle, then the memory ends.
<Kit> <Freyja> Mmh, so... Was that right, or wrong?
<Theron`> You killed the man that murdered your mother?
<Kit> <Freyja> Yes, I stabbed my father with his own knife.
<Kit> 6She taps her lip. 1"At least, it appears that way."
<Theron`> It is a very unfortunate situation marred by blotches of grey.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> ...what is under the surface?
<Kit> 6Freyja gazes at Theron questioningly, then looks to Myria. "1Hm?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> I asked...what is under the surface?
<Kit> <Freyja> The surface of what?
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Memory is like a pond...we can only see the reflection of the moment...
<Kit> 6Freyja thinks about it a moment then nods. 1"Well, Chii is beneath the surface, but first.." 6She reaches out and brings another memory to her person. Inside an apartment it begins, the girl is considerably older, probably fifteen at the least, dressed in hakama and robes still, but carrying a rucksack. 1"Grandmother, I'm going."
<Kit> <Freyja> My grandparents took me in, afterward, the authorities at the time thinking my parents had ritually killed one another. Though I think they just waived it as that after seeing we were a bunch of 'tradition freaks.'
<Kit> <Freyja> Humans are fun like that.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren grunts.
<Kit> 6Freyja follows herself out the door, gazing around at the skyscape of, according to several placemarks and signs, Tokyo, clearly at a different point in time. According to construction and building styles, a time long before anyone had common sense!
<Theron`> I do not understand what we are looking for.
<Kit> 6People are everywhere, but not precisely like the festival, all in a hurry to go anywhere but where they are it would seem. The teenager makes a beeline for a stairway leading below the street, when she wheels, as if sensing something, before a wave of water lashes her across the front.
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren seems to be studying Freyja like he has this all solved.
<Kit> 6A couple of kids her age take off running while she calmly gazes after them, no real reaction incited. She turns and walks down the stairs, disappearing.
<Kit> <Freyja> On second thought this is kind of unnecessary... But such things happened a lo-- Wait...
<Kit> 6She sprints, passing through the images of vehicles and people to the staircase, gazing downward.
* Jennifer` watches her and walks along.
* Theron` moves along, still seemingly not sure what he is supposed to figure out.
<Kit> 6Freyja leans over the railing, and spots herself and a boy, having just seriously collided. Both are on the ground reeling, but eventually the two recover and stare at one another. 6Freyja herself squints. 1"...Lame. That's it?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *rocks on her heels again*
<Kit> 6The memory ends. 1"Perhaps I should skip ahead. I wouldn't want to subject Warren to the next year after the recent incident."
<Theron`> We should only be looking through the important events in your life.
<Jennifer`> "Please do."
<Kit> <Freyja> Importance is relevant... She asked if I was happy. During the next year, I really learned what that meant, but... yes...
<Kit> 6Freyja spots what she wants and beckons it to herself. 1"See... I don't really remember this one very well..."
<Kit> 6The scenery shifts to the inside of what appears to be the innards of the shrine they first visited, before it became the pathways. Inside it is populated with people, with the room divided in half, except, on one half, no one resides. On the other, the grandparents in the first row, and lines of unfamiliar faces.
* Theron` watches curiously at this...funeral?
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren is silent.
<Kit> <Freyja> Ah-hah... close...
<DS[ChaChas]> 6* Warren sound say something snarky, but Theron didn't say that outloud
<Kit> 6The boy is cleaned up, wearing robes that have been very obviously cleaned and pressed, different from the seeminly random assortment. He stands before the rows, beside the girl, now close to Freyja's apparent age, entirely in robes of white. The image of a stereotypical story monk is before them reciting, holding a ladle of water.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> wedding.
* Jennifer` looks over at Warren.
<Theron`> Ah I see. *he says nodding* This is the man you spoke of.
<Kit> <Freyja> Yes, however, the purification, it..." 6The monk dashes the water across the two, and quite abrubtly, the girl becomes like Freyja is currently. Pale-haired, she whirls, eyes brightly yellow and narrowed. She gains her ears and the tail, but is much more frightened than Freyja's ever been lately.
<Kit> 6The entire area seems to hit a glitch, positions of things in the room very different. Freyja is back to a wall, cornered in the proceeding with much of the family, including the grandparents, seeming at odds with her.
<Kit> 6Some of the somewhat blurry relatives have reached the front, brandishing knives. 1"Right, the purification ritual revealed what my mother had hidden, haa..."
<Theron`> Such brutality. *he comments more to himself than anyone else*
<Kit> <Freyja> It is what their family... my father's family had done since times long before Edo became Tokyo.
<Kit> 6Freyja tilts her head slightly, following the boy's darting move to keep knives from reaching her other image. Unfortunately that pretty much means he becomes a pincushion for a bunch of people who never seemed to approve of him to begin with.
<Kit> <Freyja> A family of exorcists and hunters, haa.
<Kit> 6Freyja begins laughing. 1"My mother sure could pick the wrong one."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> ...I look on them and see the demons that they swore to hunt...
* Jennifer` watches closely
<Kit> 6Freyja's hand clenches, the scenery 'glitches' again. 1"Oh don't worry."
* Jennifer` looks about, shaking her head more.
<Kit> 6The other Freyja is in the center of the room, much of the surrounding objects and people are no longer in their 'whole' states, red staining much of the wood and stone and her dress.
<Kit> <Freyja> I was awakened rudely.
<Kit> 6She glances upward. 1"What's the saying? It takes one to know one? Something like that."
<Kit> 6The memory ends, and she gazes off down the path of twisted lights. 1"I think we can skip the next portion, as well. You get the picture, I assume.."
<Theron`> We do. *he says with a nod*
<Kit> 6Freyja begins walking down the path, back the way they came, so apparently heading for something more recent.
* Jennifer` yawns a little and blinks, "Yeah..."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *pads after*
<Kit> <Freyja> I was birthed by a demon and raised by a drunk, but talented ones. My father's family may have been hunters of my kind, but I specifically was taught to do the same things, with much greater natural potency. I eventually got them all, but saved my grandparents for last.
* Theron` moves along, still quiet. Perhaps not enjoying this talk of killing.
<Kit> 6She pauses scratching at her nose. 1"In hindsight, perhaps it wasn't what Kyou would have wanted, but it certainly was what I thought I wanted."
<Kit> 6She walks along again, the clutches at a sphere without pause, and the clearing of the shrine appears again. She gazes toward the lake, where she finds herself crouching. 1"...So, I began here, ended here, awoke, and then returned here to sleep, except..."
<Kit> <Freyja> As I told you, Theron, his last word was 'live.' So I couldn't seem to do it.
<Kit> 6She rubs the back of her head. 1"Half-drunk, but drowning still didn't seem appealing. I guess that old-fashioned traditioned never grew on me. Beneath the surface-- Yeah, I met Chii for the first time."
<Kit> 6The other image reaches out for the surface of the water, a drop falling from her face and hitting it, forming ripples. Freyja turns and gazes at Theron and Myria and Jennifer in turn.
<Kit> <Freyja> I still feel like something's missing, though. Given these circumstances and what has come to pass-- What would be the 'right' path to take? Was everything a mistake to begin with?
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Why does it matter?
* Theron` looks to Freyja, "There never is just one 'right' path. Life is a number of paths all taking you to good or bad outcomes, it is through your choices that you are truly sent on your way. It is that, which makes living...living.
<Kit> 6Freyja blinks toward Myria. 1"...Because... Life is a delicate balance, but even after seeing these, remembering them once more. I feel as though there was little more in this life except lessons of loss. Should there not be a light to the darkness? Where is the 'silver lining?'"
<Kit> 6Freyja nods to Theron. 1"...Yes, I always find sadness in eventualities. Are my choices wrong, then, to lead me to these conclusions?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> The past is the past. Take the lessons and lives in the present.
<Kit> 6Freyja falls silent, then turns, gazing as her other self reaches through the water, and an arm reaches out of the water likewise, touching at her face. 1"...It was around now that I begin to forget."
<Kit> <Freyja> Maybe it was now I really did begin to live in the past, but I ceased to worry about such things. Chii really was a blessing... or maybe a curse.
* Theron` gestures to Myria. "We do not always have the ability to change the outcome of our lives. What we must do instead, is move on, live our lives.
<Kit> <Freyja> I decided to honor Kyou's wish by living, even though I did not want to, so I fixed that by meeting Chii and allowing her to take my guilt, sadness, despair, hatred, all things I wanted to cast aside. She became, as she puts it, my shadow, to my purposes.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> But that did not make it all disappear...it just shifted it aside.
<Theron`> Till now.
<Kit> 6Freyja nods slowly.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> How will you deal with your life now?
<Kit> <Freyja> I really became Freyja. Sumire died with Kyou, or so I let it be.
<Kit> 6Freyja holds up a hand and giggles. 1"We went from here and played several key roles in setting up the next international trade disasters, collapsing fortune five hundreds, sabotaging any single nation's dramatic technological increase... We were quite the terrors. Chii was quite focused, me aside.
<Kit> <Freyja> I said it was for balancing purposes, but honestly now... I was just lashing out in my own way. We did some good, though...
<Kit> 6Freyja laughs. 1"Honestly! How do you think japan would survive a third world war?" 6She pauses. 1"Eh, that's too far back for you, I guess."
<Theron`> Indeed.
* Jennifer` coughs a little.
<Kit> <Freyja> The world wasn't so complicated back then. It wasn't hard to play with things.
<Kit> 6Freyja lets the memory fade, and relinquishes the sphere toward the nests of other clusters. 1"But you're right. This is the past."
<Kit> 6Freyja turns and backtracks further, bringing them back to the entryway torii. 1"So..."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> ...well...who are you?
<Kit> <Freyja> Mizukaze Sumire. At least, what's left of her.
* DS[ChaChas] is now known as DeathStar
<Kit> 6Freyja rubs her temple. 1"It just bothers me. What's missing... I know what it is."
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> What do you want?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren gives Freyja a hug
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* Theron` has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
<Kit> 6Freyja blinks. Doubletakes, then blinks again at Warren.
* Xan|RulingKentucky is now known as Theron`
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> The sound you hear is the rift in the fabric of reality.
* Jennifer` stares at Warren.
* Theron` stares quietly. "What will you do now?"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren does the pat pat on the back during the hug
<Kit> <Freyja> I...
<Kit> 6Even Freyja is stunned.
<Kit> <Freyja> ... Well, I should think this is proof enough.
<Kit> <Freyja> What was missing. I believe it to be faith. I may be a priestess, or was, but I'm not infallible in regards to that. You have all seen this, yet you do not falter.
<Kit> <Freyja> Where does this faith derive of? That things truly aren't hopeless..
<DeathStar> 6* Warren pops a vicodin now.
<Kit> <Freyja> However, thanks to Warren's actions, I now believe anything is possible.
<DeathStar> <Warren> It's what you were looking for, after all.
<Kit> 6She gazes toward Myria, Jennifer and Theron in turn. 1"What are your motivations?"
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> ...that's not scripted for this episode. *rocks on her heels*
<Jennifer`> "Motivations?"
<DeathStar> NRP: And so Warren proves that despite being an ass, he's still the most emotionally deep character in TAW.
<Theron`> Our motivations, to have faith?
<Kit> 6Freyja nods. 1"Yes."
<Kit> <Freyja> What keeps you going in the darkness?
<Theron`> What keeps us fighting, you mean?
<Kit> <Freyja> Alive, fighting, yes.
<Theron`> Someone has too. If we don't, who will?
<Kit> 6Freyja pauses, blinking. 1"..."
<Kit> <Freyja> That's what father said in regards to the demons.
<Kit> 6She seems to consider this, having just remembered it.
<Theron`> Then your father wasn't completely wrong.
<Kit> <Freyja> You mean, because you are capable, you must act?
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias sniffles off to the side. 1"All this talk about mothers and fathers makes me sad." 6He walks off.
<Kit> 6Freyja peers over at Dias, then back to Theron. Seems Warren's hug knocked them clear out of her heart's realm.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren has that affect on ladies.
<Theron`> 6* Which means, Cheryl.
<Theron`> If everyone just expected someone else to do it, it wouldn't get done. So we must take it upon ourselves to ensure it gets done.
<Kit> 6Freyja inclines her head. 1"Duty; justice. Hm."
* Theron` just nods his head.
<Kit> <Freyja> I see. Then... I will take it upon myself to be whom I want to be.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Admirable.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> I want a delicious Omega Coke.
<Kit> 6Freyja flickers, then returns after brief pause, and hands one to Myria.
<DeathStar> 6* Freyja's flicker fails. Warren smiles happily
<Kit> <Freyja> Hm. That's new. Warren always does something evil when good happens.
<DeathStar> <Warren> My system works. Good.
<Kit> <Freyja> Would explain all your walking around.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *drinks happily*
<DeathStar> 6* Myria drinks nothing.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren eyes Myria oddly.
<Kit> 6Freyja peers at Myria equally oddly.
<Theron`> Have we helped you?
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> Nooooo! It was all a dream!
<Kit> <Freyja> Afraid not, just the omega coke.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *falls to her knees* Whyyyyyyyyyy?! WHYYYYYYYYYY?!
<Kit> 6Freyja turns and smiles to Theron. 1"Yes. There are still a few things to work out, but I feel better."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren walks off.
* Theron` nods. "Good. I shall make my way back to my book." He turns to walk off.
<Kit> 6Freyja leans down and picks up Myria, walking back inside after Theron-- Leaving Jennifer standing in the rain.
<Kit> 6Freyja leads Myria to omega cokes the old fashioned way, making a mental note to check if the 'system' is strewn throughout the whole base. Walking is so inconvenient.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias rushes past Freyja, a cape tied on.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren goes back to his command center office.
<Jackieness> 6<12Myria6> *eventually gets her delicious Omega Coke*
* Jennifer` follows him.
<Kit> 6Freyja giggles at Dias, then goes to the command center, just to spy, probably.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren eyes Freyja from his office.
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh don't give me that look, I won't touch anything.
* Theron` sits down in his chair and lifts up his book.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren puts a hand to his ear, indicating he can't hear.
<Kit> 6Freyja inclines her head.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren motions at his shut door.
<Kit> 6Freyja rolls her eyes and goes to find someone less standoffish.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren leans back in his seat, satisfied.
<Kit> 6Freyja doesn't find one, so she eventually returns and scribbles on the door.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren idlely wonders how does one walk around the base in a minute.
<Kit> 6Freyja really only went to retrieve the crayons.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren taps a button and opens his doors.
* Jennifer` sits back and looks at Warren.
<Kit> <Freyja> Hmm?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren cups his hands together, staring at Freyja.
<Kit> <Freyja> Did you want something? I was having fun decorating.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren reaches over and taps another button, lowering two machine gun turrents outside his door.
<Kit> <Freyja> Cold.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren nods once.
<Kit> <Freyja> You've proved your point. You're a hardass. Now can I get back to my flowers?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren motions at Freyja's legs.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren then motions at the exit.
<Kit> 6Freyja glances.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias slides around a turn in one of the hallways, he sprints down the new one, his cape flapping
<Kit> <Freyja> Bah, no wonder your kid has a speech impediment.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl holds out her leg to trip Dias.
<Kit> 6Freyja turns and leaves.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren watches her go.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias finds leg and he goes sailing, he hits the floor and screetches along, slamming into end of the hallway
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl walks on casually to get food.
<Kit> 6Freyja tilts her head to Cheryl and the crashing Dias.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren taps his button, closing his door again.
* Theron` is now known as Marcus`
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias slowly rises, staggering around.
* Marcus` is in the kitchen cooking something, with much aggrivation since he only has the one hand.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes some of the cooked food and eats it.
<Kit> 6Freyja decides to follow Cheryl, coming upon the scene, but remains quiet.
<Marcus`> H-hey!
<Jennifer`> "She's strange."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl adds salt and takes another bite.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts, and goes back to doing Warren things.
<Marcus`> Come'on, stop. That pasta is for Kat.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> But I'm hungry.
<Kit> <Freyja> For ...Katrina..?
<Kit> 6Freyja holds a hand up and giggles.
<Marcus`> Yes we have a date tonight, I'm cooking for her. *he looks to Cheryl* There's plenty of rations in the back.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks at Marcus like suggesting her to leave this food alone is a bad idea.
<Marcus`> Please? *he looks hopeful*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ....................
<Marcus`> I'll cook whatever you want tomorrow? *he offers her this bribe*
* Jennifer` kicks her legs a little, her feet don't touch the floor from that chair.
<Kit> <Freyja> ...I could cook for both right now?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... 6* She looks at Freyja oddly.
<Marcus`> I'm cooking for Katrina and that's final.
<Kit> <Freyja> Yes, but you want to -impress- her, right? That's how it works?
<Kit> 6Freyja raises a finger. 1"And Miss Cheryl is hungry -now-."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias steps into the kitchen since it's the hip place to be. 1"You saying Marcus can't cook?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You---can cook?
* Marcus` eyes Freyja. "I am a good cook. Ask Dias." He motions.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy hangs from the ceiling behind Chii, aiming a sling shot at her.
<Kit> <Freyja> You were a good cook-- with two arms. It takes time to get used to one.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy lets lose some gun,
<DeathStar> *gum
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> You gonna take that Marcy?
<Marcus`> It won't be special if I don't do it myself. I said no, so stop offering.
<Jennifer`> "That was an interesting move..."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren doesn't look up from his work, but he shifts subtlely, indicating he might be listening
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> 'Marcy'?
<Kit> <Freyja> and of course I can cook. It was part of my upraising as a miko, and I've had a long, long time of being with just Chii to perfect it."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias points at Marcus
<Jennifer`> "Did you know it'd shock her out of that... whatever it was she was doing."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren glances at Jennifer with a look that gives away nothing.
* Marcus` sighs, trying ignore them as he cooks.
<DeathStar> <Warren> What do you believe?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I guess I'm willing to risk my life for a meal.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes a seat.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy goes back to the ceiling rafters.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I can cook for you Cheryl.
<Kit> 6Freyja inclines her head. 1"Life?"
<Kit> 6Chii sits up in the training room, glancing around, then faceplants again, groaning.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hell no, Dias.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy marks off a note. 'Gum Chii's hair'. She moves off to do more evil.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Hey, I'm an excellent cook. I fooled around with 4 seperate female chefs.
<Jennifer`> "DO I believe...?"
<Jennifer`> "I believe in the now... that we're here and we have to love our lives with what we're given... rather then look back all the time."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Two at the same time once.
<Jennifer`> *live our lives
<Marcus`> He really did. *he says from cutting some vegetables, one handed bitches.*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ew.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren goes back to his work.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'm not embarrassed about it. Hell, I hooked one of them up with Marcus a month later.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl raises a brow at Marcus
<Kit> <Freyja> What would you like to eat, Cheryl?
<Marcus`> He's lying. *he says flatly*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I want Italian.
<Chad`Winters> NRP: <Freyja> Japanese? Excellent
<Kit> <Freyja> Alright, any particular dish?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Pasta!
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias leans over Marcus' dish, sniffing it.
* Jennifer` looks down a bit, kicking her legs lightly.
<Kit> 6Freyja inclines her head, then checks the cabinets and refridgerator.
* Marcus` glances up at the pasta dish he is making, and the salad as well, he glances at Cheryl. "I should have some left over if you can wait, that would save Freyja the trouble."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'm hungry now.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Needs more garlic and basil.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl whines.
* Marcus` glances at Dias and pauses, "No. I put the right amount in there, you like to put too much spice in your meals."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Because I like flavor.
<Jennifer`> "Anything I cna help with...?"
<Marcus`> Too much flavor can be a bad thing. And too much garlic can also be a bad thing. *he eyes Dias, hoping he gets that*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Right, you need more pineapple than.
<Kit> 6Freyja gets out two mixing bowls, various utensils, a couple eggs, dry ingredients, herbs to mince, vegetables, begins sauteeing tomatoes and then sets to cutting in a small space on the counter next to the fridge so as not to impede Marcus.
* Marcus` eyes Dias. "In pasta? No."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias eyes the ingedrients. 1"I thought we only had rations here!
<DeathStar> <Warren> No. You should go play.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias looks back at Marcus, rolling his eyes. 1"God your an idiot at times.
<Marcus`> You don't use real pineapple, you use some of the juice though. And I did that.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Make sure you drink a lot of it.
<Jennifer`> "Ummm... alright." *she hops up* "Hey... Warren?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> Yes?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren glances up.
Session Close: Sun Dec 02 00:00:00 2007

Session Start: Fri Nov 30 20:37:11 2007
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20071130.log'
<DeathStar> Stardate: 10-588.1.16
<DeathStar> Location: HQ
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl throws a punch for Dias' head, somehow having been roped in training with him.
* Jackieness is now known as Cassandra`
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias throws up both hands and grabs the incoming punch, sliding backwards.
* Cassandra` on the other end of the training room, keeping her distance from Dias and Cheryl as she punches at a punching bag.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl rotates on her foot, bringing her right foot around for Dias' side.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias stumbles to the side from the kick, his hand moving down from blocking her fist
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl plants both feet, throwing a punch for his now open spot.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias grimaces as he takes several steps back from the new incoming punch.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl begins to follow up when a clock dings right before she can do her ultimate punch. She pauses, then stretches. "Well, that got the kinks out of my back."
<Cassandra`> ...looks like someone just about got owned.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias groans, stretching slightly. 1"Next time, next time I'll win this one."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah right. He's so out of shape, Cassandra, that anyone could beat him.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pokes Dias in the side as he stretches, either to emphasis, or just be a bitch
<Cassandra`> Mmmm....he does have a bit of baby fat on him.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias giggles, slapping her finger. 1"Stop it."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hear that, Dias. Baby fat. 6* She nods once.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Baby fat?! Oh come on. That's just low.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl crosses her arms. "And to think you use to be able to hold your own against me."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias hrmpfs, crossing his arms. 1"I'm used to fighting Marcus so I held back."
<Cassandra`> You need to get back into shape.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hah. Don't blame Marcus on your sad shape.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I am not out of shape. 6He stomps his foot
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh? Then what would you call it?
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias scowls at Cheryl. 1"Well, you're still carrying around your birthing weight."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah right. I weigh less now than I did then.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl poses.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Your boobs are bigger tho.
<Kitzzzune> <Chii> Doesn't muscle weigh more than fat?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> And that's a bad thing?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares at Dias dangerously.
<Cassandra`> Don't focus on weight.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Never a bad thing, I was just commenting on your nice rack.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'll show you 'nice rack'. 6* She brings up her fist.
<Kitzzzune> <Chii> If she weighs less, then she might possess less muscle mass.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias nods towards Chii. 1"I think she's calling you weak."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl puts her hands on her hips and turns to face Chii.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Strength can't be judged on weight alone. I mean, look at you. 6* She waves her hand.
<Kitzzzune> 6Chii inclines her head slightly. 1"Hm?"
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias smirks and moves over to a punching bag, slamming his elbow into it*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Nevermind.
<Kitzzzune> <Chii> I never really considered strength. It was just an observation while you spoke of being in shape. Less muscle mass might mean others developed in other areas. One might be more flexible if the muscles are less developed.
<Kitzzzune> 6Chii squints. 1"It's not like I'm very muscular or weigh much."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Dont' believe her pyscho babble, she's trying to throw you off your track.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Uh, yeah, I noticed.
<Chad`Winters> NRP: her.
<Kitzzzune> <Chii> What track?
* Kitzzzune is now known as Kit
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Figure of speech, Chii.
<DeathStar> NRP: *Cheryl and Cassandra engage in battle. They both begin to dance*
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias hops back then forward, head butting the bag with enough force to send it swaying back
<Kit> 6Chii pouts slightly, turning her head away. 1"...I ..I know that..!"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh, don't be a child. You didn't know. Now you do.
<Cassandra`> ...what is hitting it with your head supposed to do?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Yeah, stop trying to be hip. 6He turns to look at Chii and is nailed by the bag as it comes back, sending him on his ass.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Apparantly that, Cassandra.
* Cassandra` nods.
<Kit> 6Chii turns, scowling, but then blinks as Dias lays himself out.
<Kit> <Chii> Ineffective.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shakes his head as he pushes himself up.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You're really going downhill, Dias. Maybe you should retire.
* Xan|BBL is now known as Xanatos
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'll retire the day you settle in with me. 6He winks at her.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I guess you'll lead a long, lonely life of fighting, then.
<Cassandra`> If he lives that long.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Guess I will. 6He smiles proudly at that thought and he moves back, headbutting the bag again
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl makes a face at the second headbutt.
<Kit> <Chii> He doesn't die easily. Unfortunately.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> They always said I was too dumb to know when I was dead. 6He grabs the bag as it sways back and steps back. He then hops forward again, head butting it again
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah. I can believe it. 6* She makes another face.,
<Cassandra`> Nice...now you'll have smaller muscles and a deformed skull.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'll remember that next time I save your life with my new head butt technique.
<Cassandra`> ...that's not a technique...
<Kit> 6Chii crosses her arms. 1"You mean to tell me he's training? I thought he was fashioning his head to be more aerodynamic for charges."
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias grabs the bag and and steps back, looking at Cass. 1"Head butting's not a technique?
<Cassandra`> You're just hitting it with your head...and that's it. That's like some kick kicking you in the shin,
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> The low kick can take over the world Cass. 6He nods.
<Kit> <Chii> It can be an effective defense against someone who fights like Cheryl.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> OOOOOH! 6He stares at Cheryl now.
<Kit> 6Chii's eyebrow raises at Dias, wondering what kind of reaction that is.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl narrows her eyes on Chii dangerously
<Kit> <Chii> ...What?
<Cassandra`> *whisper* ...Chii...do you hate Dias that much?
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias looks over at Cass. 1"Hey, you do realize I am here, right?"
<Kit> 6Chii frowns, holding up her hand to utter quietly to Cassandra. 1"...He's annoying. Who said I hated him?"
<Xanatos> <Marcus> You can't hate Dias. His puppy dog eyes will get you everytime. *he steps into the training room*
<Cassandra`> *whisper* But setting him up to get his tail kicked like that...?
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias snaps over to look at Marcus. 1"He's right, they always win." 6He grabs the punching bag, leaning on it.
<Kit> <Chii> Setting him up?
<Kit> 6Chii stands back, looking offended. 1"I am not in conflict with Dias. Were I to set him up, I would not make it so obvious. The fact remains that it is an effective defense against Cheryl's fighting type."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah, right.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl snorts.
<Cassandra`> Alright, then let's see it in action then.
<Xanatos> *Marcus moves over to the mat, then glances at Cheryl. "Cheryl would just headbutt him back."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Like hell I'll head butt Cheryl.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias points to his head than Cheryl. 1"Thicker."
<Kit> 6Chii shakes her head. 1"If I must. It is not a technique I use as effectively as someone with a more tempered skeleton. I prefer to avoid damage altogether."
<Cassandra`> Then what about your low blow 'technique'?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sighs. "I love how everyone talks about me like I'm not here."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Alright, first off. A low blow is far different than the low kick.
<Kit> <Chii> You are clearly here. If you wish to see how it may be used as a defense, I will show you.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Bah. Fine. But I won't hold back.
<Kit> 6Chii scowls. 1"I was not offending you, just stating the facts. Hrmph."
* Cassandra` steps back.
<Kit> 6Chii moves over to the mats and stands across from Cheryl, her arms still crossed. To the observant, her tail is flickering more noticeably now-- roused somehow, likely unhappy.
* Angie|Gone is now known as Angela
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl meets with Chii on the other side of the mat, her arms still crossed.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias nods over at Marcus, his arms hanging onto the punching bag.. 1"This'll be good."
<DeathStar> NRP: *Cheryl uses super beams*
<Xanatos> *Marcus looks between the two. "I say that this'll be quick."
<Kit> NRP: *Chii dies, that not being the style she's seen Cheryl use*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> 20 on Cheryl.
<Xanatos> *Theron stands outside, seemingly just walking around.
<Xanatos> NRP: is outside, not stands*
<Kit> <Chii> I imagine so. I am only displaying a defense, what would be the point of fighting amongst ourselves.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> 20 that Cheryl breaks her defense.
<Kit> 6Chii reaches up and rubs one of her fox's ears, then shrugs and shakes her head. 1"Begin whenever, Cheryl."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl dashes forward, throwing a kick for Chii's face before she gets to 'ever'.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> And an additional 10 that she'll break a bone accidentally.
<Kit> 6Chii blinks and ducks under it quickly by leaning forward, dropping her arms away from her chest.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shifts her kick and side kicks outward for Chii's chest.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> ...How is Chii defending with, which technique was it supposed to be again? The head butt or the shin kick?"
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I'm confused, honestly.
<Kit> <Chii> Mmm, this is different. Maybe because I'm not a male.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> It's different because I'm not stupid.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Wait, you have to be a male to use the techniques. 6He looks at Marcus. 1"Quick come at me.
<Kit> 6Chii slides deftly to the right now, leaning back somewhat lazily. 1"Yes, that's true, but it makes for an ineffective display. Perhaps you know what I meant to do."
* Cassandra` rolls her eyes
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stands normally again, then motions. "Maybe so."
<Xanatos> *Marcus goes to backhand Dias, just for fun.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias throws his hand up and intercepts the back hand, he kicks Marcus in the shin lightly.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I do admit I wouldn't mind a rematch with Cassandra one day. 6* She throws the woman a friendly competitive smile
<Xanatos> *Marcus pauses and glances down. "Holy shit that hurt."
<Kit> 6Chii recovers a normal stance and just remains there. 1"...Are we changing the premise of this encounter?"
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias just laughs jokingly at Marcus. He holds himself up using the bag and swings there.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> It's okay, Chii. No need to continue.
<Kit> 6Chii nods. 1"Should I teach Dias the direct way?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You can try.
<Kit> <Chii> It might be useful considering how often people want to punch him.
* Cassandra` laughs.
<Kit> 6Chii blinks toward Cassandra, then... tries to smile.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina walks after SPoC, yelling. "Get back to your table manners lesson!"
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC, slides around a corner, moving into the bathroom
<Kit> <Chii> Dias, do you wish to learn how you may use your head defensively?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Uh, I already know how.
<Kit> 6Chii walks over slowly, then leans and throws a punch for Dias' face.
<Xanatos> *Marcus turns to look at the three females, shifting to rest on his left leg. He pauses when he hears Kat, then shifts to step out into the hall, glancing for her.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stands in the hallway, fuming.
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC moves into the bathroom stall and shuts the door, hiding on the seat
<Xanatos> <Marcus> SPoC dodging you?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Yes. She's impossible.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias twists on the bag, bringing it around and causing Chii to punch it instead.
<Kit> <Chii> That is not your head.
<Cassandra`> You're teaching SPoC ettiquette?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm trying. 6* She rubs her forehead.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Can I help?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You know eqttiquette? 6* She looks amusedly doubtful
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Of course not, but I'm using my head. 6He wiggles the bag mockingly from his side.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Well I could be a decent example of what not to do, in any case. *he smiles*
<Kit> <Chii> Mmh, in most cases that would be applaudible. However, I meant literally using your head.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I told you that you could try.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm sure you'd just woe her.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias hops off the backside of the bag and steps off to the side to face Chii.
<Kit> <Chii> In some circumstances it allows you to use both hands for a counterattack with your opponent open. It's handy for and against those who do not use weapons.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Why are you lecturing me about how to fight?
<Kit> 6Chii twitches slightly in irritation. 1"It's something you enjoy."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Oh come now. You and I both know that woe'ing is impossible with her.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oh hell no. I hate being lectured.
<Kit> <Chii> Fighting, damn it, not lectures.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> That feeling is your IQ dropping
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oh hush you. 6He points his finger at Cheryl.
<Kit> 6Chii places a hand to her forehead. 1"You're right, why did I think it was possible?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm sure she's got very lady like feelings.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias hops from side to side, punching at the bag now.
<Kit> <Chii> Not like I prefer this kind of fighting anyway. I prefer to overwhelm an opponent before they know how to deal with it.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias snorts at that.
* Cassandra` pinches the bridge of her nose.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl makes a noncommital sound
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I'm sure. I think I did see her blush once.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> See?
<Kit> <Chii> Only a retard would fight head on.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl makes a grunt now.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias pauses, eyeing Chii now.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> That just means it won't be hard for you to bring out the lady inside.
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC continues to hide out in the bathroom stall
<Kit> 6Chii pauses, glancing between Dias and Cheryl. She rubs her forehead again.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl just looks annoyed, glancing at the wall.
<Kit> <Chii> ...I ...I prefer not to rush into something when I can finish it without risking myself.
<Kit> 6Chii moves back to the entryway twitching. 1"It seems more strategically sound."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl says nothing.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Hero Rule #290 - You gotta take a few hits to knock someone out.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sighs. "I give up for today."
<Kit> 6Chii glances over a shoulder. 1"...What? Why?"
<Xanatos> <Marcus> So soon? I probably know where she is.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy hangs from the ceiling and puts a bow in Cassandra's hair.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> If she's going to run off like a baby. 6* She raises her voice for the bathroom. "Then I refuse to teach."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina walks off for her room.
<Cassandra`> ...what are you doing...?
<DeathStar> <Billy> Making you pretty. ... Er. Prettier.
<Kit> 6Chii squints at Billy. 1"...The puppet."
<DeathStar> <Billy> The shadow.
<DeathStar> <Billy> The pale imitation
<Kit> 6Chii recoils slightly, turning away.
<DeathStar> <Billy> The diet coke.
<Cassandra`> Bows are not really my thing...
<DeathStar> <Billy> The leftovers.
<Kit> 6Chii whirls. 1"The what?!"
<DeathStar> <Billy> *she looks at Cassandra, then makes a sad face*
<Kit> <Chii> How dare you call me that..." 6Points frantically. 1"Diet coke!?"
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias shakes his head at Chii.
<Xanatos> *Marcus shifts toward Kat. "Hey, you wouldn't want to...do something would you?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sniggers at Cassandra.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Uh, do what?
<Cassandra`> Errrr...don't do that!
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina glances back at Marcus
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC slowly peeks her head out the bathroom door.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I dunno. I was thinking about making a trip to town for some supplies. Wouldn't mind some company.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You plan to make an hour trip into town to buy supplies?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stares at him oddly.
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC blinks at the two
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I think pink suits you, Cassandra.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy looks at Chii boredly.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias looks at Cass now. 1"That pink bow of yours a new technique to stun your opponents?"
* Cassandra` lets out a defeated sigh...
<Kit> <Chii> You little brat! You're not even at the level of 7-Up! Flavorless and tasteless!
<DeathStar> 6* Billy yawns.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Well. I honestly just want to get away for a bit. I thought I could do some good by getting some supplies. Though it is a risky trip.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Just a bit, yes.
<Kit> 6Chii crouches, growling slightly, then springs like only a ninja could, grabbing for Billy.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy just pulls herself up closer to the ceiling
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC begins to try and sneak past Kat and Marcus
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina ignores SPoC.
<Kit> 6Chii crouches along beneath the other side of Billy, then wheels. 1"...Grr..!"
<DeathStar> 6* Billy hangs back down.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias moves over next to Cheryl and holds out a beer for her, watching Billy play with Chii
<DeathStar> <Billy> Second-rate.
<Kit> 6Chii hucks a shuriken at Billy.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Well. It's something to do. *he says after a moment with a shrug* Course now that I think about it. It wouldn't exactly be the best place to take you.
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC begins to move by Marcus now, sneaking quietly
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes the beer, toasting dias.
* Cassandra` moves and kicks the shuriken out of the air!
<Cassandra`> ...now you went and done it...
<Kit> 6Chii stares blankly.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy never moved, having known her mommy would save her.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Hey SPoC. *he says casually, looking back to Kat*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I think Cassandra is bad.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I am a dainty girl. 6* She nods once.
<DeathStar> *mad
<Kit> <Chii> Do not interfere! This is between the honor of Diet Coke and 7-Up!
<Cassandra`> ...just what...do you think...you're doing...tossing a throwing star at my daughter?!
<DeathStar> <Billy> My mommy is the best.
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC freezes, slowly looking at Marcus
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias toasts her back and takes a drink
<Kit> 6During the pauses needed to say all that, Chii springs off Cassandra's head in a swift move, her being the leverage she needed to get higher at Billy. "1C'mere squirt!"
<DeathStar> 6* Billy doesn't move. Surely Cassandra will counter Chii.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Wouldn't want to see you hurt. *he smiles a waves slightly at SPoC, then glances back to Kat* Want to take a walk or something? Better than being cooped up in this Headquarters.
* Cassandra` reaches up, yanking on Chii's ankle.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It's cold outside. 6* She shivers at the idea.
<Chad`Winters> 6SPoC wakes awkwardly back, then begins creep further away.
<Kit> 6Chii flails comicly, then falls down toward Cassandra, staring up at Billy.
* Cassandra` plants Chii flat on the ground.
<DeathStar> <Billy> *swings and pecks Cassandra on the cheek*
<Kit> 6Chii blinks. 1"You interfered."
<Cassandra`> You attacked my daughter...that is enough for me to act.
<Kit> <Chii> I ...attacked your daughter?
<Cassandra`> Yes. *crosses her arms*
<Kit> 6Chii looks around. 1"I wasn't aware I broke a toaster. Aren't your mechanical? Oh wait, you weren't before..."
<Kit> <Chii> Wait, you have a daughter!?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Ah yes, you don't like the cold. *he frowns slightly, glancing upward* Only other thing I can think of is maybe watching a movie or something. Maybe I can make some hot chocolate or something, what do you say? *he glances back down to her*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Not really a movie watcher. I prefer books.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina offers him a sympathic smile.
<Cassandra`> Adopted...
<DeathStar> <Billy> Though I could be from her loins in the future. Time travel is whacky.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy nods.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sips the beer.
<Kit> <Chii> Oh, I see." 6Anger seems to have passed, replaced by boredom.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> And shot down. Can't blame a guy for trying though. If you want the hot chocolate still, I can bring you some.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> That's okay. After all that hard work you went through, I'd just feel guilty.
<Cassandra`> Come on, Billy...
<DeathStar> 6* Billy looks at Cassandra.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Well that was mildly entertaining.
<Xanatos> *Marcus laughs. "I wouldn't offer it if I didn't want to make it."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I wonder if Billy would have won.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles. "Alright, if you want to."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oh totally. Try babysitting her once.
<Xanatos> *Marcus smiles. "Then i'll be right back." He turns and moves off for the mess hall.
<DeathStar> <Billy> Well, maybe we can play again later, Second Edition!
<Cassandra`> ...I'll let you put another bow on me... *sighs*
<Kit> <Chii> Mata ne, chibi.
<DeathStar> * Billy blows Chii a kiss, then hops into Cassandra's arms.
* Cassandra` carries Billy to their quarters.
<Kit> 6Chii sits up, going crosslegged.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias reaches down and grabs two more beers. Handing Cheryl another. 1"How embarassing
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes the new beer, giving Chii the half-drunk one
<Kit> 6Chii blinks slightly, taking it, peering into it, then glances at Cheryl. 1"Thanks."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> HEY! I gave that one to her. Where's my thanks?
<Kit> 6Chii sips it, just peering at Dias.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'm waiting. 6He tosses his empty can to the side and cracks his new one, crossing his arms
<Kit> <Chii> Yes, you are.
<Xanatos> *Marcus returns with a hot cup of chocolate, he knocks on Kat's foor with his foot, if the door isn't already open.
<DeathStar> 6* The door is open, but not the foor
<Xanatos> *Marcus glances inside. "On hot cup of coco, made to order, ma'am." He extends his hand out with the mug.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Thanks, Marcus. 6* She takes it, blowing on it, then sipping. "It's good."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl chuckles.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias scowls and snatches the beer back from her.
<Kit> 6Chii returns the scowl.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Work as a waiter long enough, you pick up on how to cook. Though it seemed to be easier back then. *he notes glancing up*
* Chad`Winters downs the half empty one and tosses it to the side.
<Chad`Winters> NRP: Dias
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl hands her the full one
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Miss it, then?
<Kit> 6Chii takes a drink, then hands it back to Cheryl. Whether this is out of a desire to share, or merely in the know that Dias won't take it from Cheryl, who knows.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias rolls his eyes. 1"Oh come on!
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes a swallow, then hands it back.
<Kit> 6Chii sips again, then returns it to Cheryl, making a grin at Dias.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> It wasn't life threatening. I don't think a freak coffee accident would have left me armless or anything. *he glances down at her, smiling*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> But do you miss it?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Oh lord no. I was pretty miserable.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> So you like this life better?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Yeah yeah. Whatever. 6He finishes his beer and smashes the can against his head and tosses it to the side.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl keeps up the passing of the beer. "You know I adore you, Dias."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Do you? I mean. We're just hiding out. I think I preferred life better in Tokyo.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Remind me why. 6He kicks a beer can out with his foot and balances it on it
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Not exactly what I pictured doing ten years ago.
<Kit> 6Chii takes a longer drink after the humor from this escapade has died, before handing it back.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You know, I really can't remember now
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I guess that's life though. Not in a million years did I ever imagine my life would turn out like this.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> A fluke. 6He waves at Cheryl then flicks the beer up into his hand, snatching it out of the iar
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You're still young. Don't worry. You'll have plenty of adventure left.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Maybe you could remind me.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl finishes the beer.
<Kit> 6Chii peers between the two with interest.
<Xanatos> Hah, you're not much older than me. And if you stick around this place, you'll probably be swept up in those adventures.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Hah.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Right. 6He hands her his beer and reaches down to pull another out.
<Xanatos> Though that last one was. *he pauses and rubs the back of his neck* Ackward.
<Xanatos> NRP: Marcus* for both of those.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes it, then smiles. "I adore you."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl splits it with Chii again.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I know. 6He blows a kiss at her. Then cracks it open, drinking it
<Kit> 6Chii remains quiet during this encounter, only drinking as a formality, likely.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl studies Chii.
<Kit> 6Chii is studying Cheryl.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl is studying Chii.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> So I wanted to say thank you. Not sure if I ever did, so I'm saying it now.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> God I can't stand a quiet drinking event. 6He groans and moves over to the punching bag
<Kit> 6The two are studious.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Thank you for what? 6* She looks confused as she sips her hot chocolate.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You could always call your boy back and you two can party.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks back at Dias.
<Kit> 6Chii's head turns to Dias as well.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> He's probably trying to woo Kat. 6He throws punch at the bag while taking a sip of his beer
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl tilts her head toward Chii again now.
<Kit> 6Chii sips the beer. 1"Good luck."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Well you've been there for me when i've went through some tough times. It really meant alot to me. So I wanted to thank you. *he smiles*
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You think Marcus isn't her type?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I think he is if he plays his cards right.
<Kit> <Chii> I think Marcus tends to screw up a lot.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It's nothing. I'm glad to help.
<Kit> 6Chii waves a hand nonchalantly, staggering slightly. 1"...That and the kids."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Anything you need, just ask.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah. Angela was crushed.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias just shrugs, choosing not to say anything about the topic. He throws another punch.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I'll remember that. *he points at her* And eventually i'll figure out something that we can do together. *he nods*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm sure you will. 6* She gives him a smile.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks for another beer.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias takes another drink from his beer and throws a knee into the bag.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Anyway, I guess i'll be going now. *he smiles* Talk to you later. *he shifts back for the exit*
<Chad`Winters> 6The cooler sits about 2 feet from her side
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Talk to you later, Marcus.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl reaches for it.
<Xanatos> *Marcus waves slightly as he steps out, moving towards the training room again, stepping in after a moment.
<Chad`Winters> 6God is it moving away?! No, no it's still there, inticing her.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes it.
<Chad`Winters> 6The cold beer feels good against her hand.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl opens it.
<Kit> <Chii> What kind of beer is this?" 6She glances toward Marcus, then back to Cheryl.
<Chad`Winters> 6It foams out, smelling like an excellent beer.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl drinks it.
<Kit> NRP: Cheryl gains 5 BP.
<Xanatos> *Marcus moves over and lifts up a beer, cracking his open he takes a swig.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy tortures Cassandra with girly items.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... Hm. 6* She shows Chii the logo.
<Chad`Winters> 6Brewvarian Lager.
<Kit> <Chii> It is not japanese.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Nopr.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Because the japanese don't know how to make beer.
<Kit> <Chii> It is good beer.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yep.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sits down, drinking her beer in silence now.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> It's aight. 6He finishes his beer and tosses the can at Marcus's missing arm side. 1"Beer me Cheryl." He holds his hand out
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl tosses one at him.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias catches it and cracks it open.
<Kit> <Chii> One, please.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ... 6* She tosses Chii one. She appears to be in her drunken brooding mode.
<Xanatos> *Marcus watches the beer hit his shoulder and drop, then glances up. "So what are you supposed to do with a girl, when she doesn't watch movies, hates the cold, and really just likes to read.
<Kit> 6Chii preys on the beer, her eyes squinted in a deceptive manner.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Have sex with her.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Offer a good back rub.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Rub her with your penis. 6He nods to Cheryl
<Kit> 6Chii snorts beer.
<Xanatos> *Marcus stares. "Well you two are helpful."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl drinks the beer. "Meh."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Eh.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Charge into her room and demand she have sex with you.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I'm not you.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Of course not, that's why it'll work.
<Kit> <Chii> Stay away from her, valuing your life, obviously.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Did you just threaten me?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I think she did.
<Kit> <Chii> No.
<Kit> 6Chii bursts out laughing.
<Xanatos> *Marcus just watches Chii, drinking his beer.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl broods.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Now she's laughing at you.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Yeah. She is. Apparently she's not threatened by me.
<Kit> <Chii> Ahahaha! ...Hm.
<Kit> 6Chii suddenly looks serious, peering at Marcus.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Scared dumb.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl drinks yet another beer.
<DeathStar> <Darien> Look. You may be prettier than Ariel, but she's my girl because she wants me so bad. Tough break
<Xanatos> *Marcus sips his beer, watching Chii.
<Xanatos> NRP: HAH!
<DeathStar> NRP: LOL!!
<DeathStar> NRP: Wrong rom
<Kit> NRP: Ouch, dumped in a different part of reality.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> And now she's scared quiet.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Quit being mean to her.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl crunches the beer can, eyeing them.
<Kit> 6Chii tilts her beer back, downing it in one go.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Hey. I'm not being mean.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I just call them as I see them!
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You're color blind.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oh that was just plain rud.e
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'm a bitch
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl smiles, showing her teeth
<Xanatos> *Theron steps into the training room, glancing around at those in there. He pauses, not realizing there would be such a crowd.
<Kit> 6From behind Theron, calls a voice. 1"...Boo."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Right. 6He takes a drink of his beer, eyeing the new comers.
<Xanatos> *Theron pauses and glances behind himself.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl glances over at Theron.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Well i'm out. Later. *he says to those there, waving slightly as he walks off, drinking his beer*
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl watches Marcus leave.
<Kit> 6Freyja floats behind Theron in a more leerish fashion than normal, looking like she hasn't slept in ages.
<Xanatos> *Theron arches a brow. "Hello, Miss Freyja."
<Kit> <Chii> ...M-marcus..!
<Kit> <Chii> S-stay away from 'er, haa... Ahahaha!
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares at Chii, then laughs.
<Kit> 6Chii looks serious again for a moment. 1"Unless I'm... there..." 6She bursts out laughing again.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares, then looks at Dias.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Ok, I'm suddenly starting to feel odd. 6He shuffles over to his cooler and grabs it and begins to drag it out of the training room.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl follows Dias, like a puppy.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias pauses, eyeing Chii then at marcus down the hall.
<Xanatos> *Theron glances. "Hello Cheryl." He nods to her as she steps by.
<Chad`Winters> Like hell I'll tell him. 6He mvoes towards the main lobby now.
<Xanatos> NRP: HAH!
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Theron. 6* She nods at him, then follows Dias who thinks he's Chad
<Kit> 6Chii smiles cheshirely and falls over backwards. Freyja floats over the 'dead body' with a scowl. 1"Despicable."
<Xanatos> <Theron> She is merely intoxicated. *he turns to watch Freyja*
<Kit> <Freyja> ...I know. I can feel it.
<DeathStar> 6* Billy runs out and knee dives onto Chii's stomach, then runs back off to CAssandra.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias plops down on the couch and grabs a beer. 1"Ahh so much more quiet out here."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl sits beside Dias. She needs him. His beer at least.
<Cassandra`> ...I feel like...a giant...doll...
<Xanatos> <Theron> And that is a problem?
<Kit> 6Chii urks and sits straight up, then falls over docilely again.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias hands her a beer. 1"So Cheryl."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> So Dias.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl opens it.
<Kit> 6Freyja peers at Theron questioningly, then glances down glumly. 1"It is unsightly and inappropriate."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Wanna ma-
<Xanatos> <Theron> It is just alcohol, she will recover in time.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl grabs his balls with her hand and twists.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias curls inwards. 1"Right. Gotya." 6He squeels out.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl lets go.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> God I missed these times. 6He wipes away a tear.
<Kit> 6Freyja softens slightly, then frowns, floating to her feet, she staggers once then recovers.
<Xanatos> *Marcus sits down in a chair. "I realized I had nowhere else to go." He reaches out and get another beer.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Word. 6He nod sat Marcus, albeit painfully.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I thought you would try to hit on Katrina some more.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I'm taking my time. Don't want to try to force myself upon her like some people. *he eyes Dias*
<Xanatos> <Theron> Are you unwell?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes Dias.
<Kit> <Freyja> ...I ...I'm fine.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I thought you wanted to be with Angela. 6He eyes him cockily.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Oh, touche. *he raises the beer to him, drinking*
<Kit> 6Freyja's hand reaches up, playing with one of her ears.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Are you certain?
<Kit> <Freyja> I was merely drinking. I'm not unhealthy.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Kat's hotter anyways. 6He looks at Cheryl. 1"But not as hot as you tho."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> What are your intentions toward Angela?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pats Dias on the head like a dog.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I don't have intentions towards her. She's a great girl, and I hate what happened...happened.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes Marcus, then smiles with her teeth showing
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias lets out a sigh of relief. 1"Than you should stop living in the past and move forward."
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I did, Dias. *he looks at Cheryl* I really don't want to break her heart or anything.
<Xanatos> <Theron> You were...drinking?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> It's Angela. Of course you're going to break her heart.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Her stuffed animal would break her heart.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I know. I just don't want too.
<Kit> <Freyja> Yes, is that a problem?
<Kit> 6Freyja's arms cross, and she sighs. 1"There are many strong things to be acquired when people are not looking."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Be a man, if you want out of it, get out of it.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I thought he was out of it.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> It's Angela.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Exactly. *he says with a sigh*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Look, if I know Angela as well as I knew Seraphna. She's probably trying to steal Darien from Ariel right this moment.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I told her I didn't want in it. Actually. Somehow I did.
<Xanatos> <Theron> I...do not understand.
<Kit> <Freyja> What's not to understand?
<Xanatos> <Theron> You took something from someone?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl broods.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Cheryl, what's the meaning of life?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Not dying.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I like that meaning. How bout you Marcus?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Works for me. So what's with the brooding, Cheryl?
<Kit> <Freyja> Alcohol, yes. Not like they need it.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> She's in her drunk mooding stage.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'm enjoying my buzz.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> She probably misses her brother.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> *snorts*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> How's Ben doin?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> ..... Fine, I guess.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> You guess?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Not like I can just dial him up whenever I want. 6* Cheryl stands up and walks off.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias goes deathly quiet.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> ...oops.
<Xanatos> <Theron> I see. But you said it was unsightly.
<Chad`Winters> That was sooo not my fault.
<Chad`Winters> NRP: Dias
<Xanatos> <Marcus> You brought him up, man.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Because I was curious.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> We'll both take the blame.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl beats up the training bag in a drunken rumble.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Thanks pal. 6He gives her a tumbs up.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> So tell me, you really done with with Angela?
<Kit> 6Freyja points at the passed out Chii. 1"That is unsightly."
<Kit> 6Freyja turns, gazing painfully at Cheryl's angry form.
<Xanatos> <Theron> I see. *he glances towards Cheryl, then back to Freyja* I do not drink. At least not earth drinks.
<Chad`Winters> 6Dias stares at the comatose Marcus.
<Kit> <Freyja> Any off-planet ones that are good?
<Kit> <Freyja> If you say a pan galactic gargle blaster I'll deck you.
<Xanatos> *Marcus glances up after zoning out slightly. "I dunno. I just don't feel a connection with her."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl defeats the bag - literally.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Too clingy for my tastes. I like my space.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Deck me? *he stares oddly* I drink Erusian Ale, only. *he glances at Cheryl again*
<Kit> <Freyja> Mm, I would like to try that one day.
<Kit> <Freyja> I bet it's blue.
<Xanatos> <Theron> I am not blue. I do not see why you would think it is blue. *he admits*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Sure Kat would even think about rocking your world after all the stuff with Angela?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I'm not really after sex right now, believe it or not. Kat's really been there for me and I like hanging out with her. Even if it's just for a couple a minutes a day.
<Kit> <Freyja> A hunch, I guess.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Go with that angle than.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I have. There's just not much to do around here. Date-wise.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Well sadly it is a clear drink. But i'm sure you could but blue dye in it.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> There's not much time to date in our situation.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I mean with that badass running around whenever our cover is blown
<Xanatos> <Marcus. You're telling me. I guess I should technically focus on training. But there's only so much you can do of that.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> You should be strengthening your chest to block attacks in place of your arm.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Oh I have. That's why I keep pissing Cheryl off.
<Kit> k6Freyja shrugs gently. 1"Sake, the clearer the better." 6She sits, on the actual floor for a change, and rests against the wall.
<Xanatos> <Theron> You sure you are well?
<Kit> <Freyja> It doesn't always work as well as you'd hope.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Hah, watch out, she'll get smart and start hitting your head instead.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Not like it would bother me, eh? EH? *he smiles*
<Xanatos> <Theron> Alcohol is fickle like that.
<Kit> <Freyja> If she was suiting her purpose I wouldn't need to..
<Xanatos> <Theron> Her purpose?
<Kit> <Freyja> ...She's not aiding me any longer. I'm starting to remember things I had happily left behind.
<Xanatos> <Theron> She desires to be her own person. I do not blame her.
<Kit> <Freyja> I don't either, but it's still annoying.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Not much left to damage up there.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Took you long enough.
<Kit> <Freyja> Almost ten thou-- Eh.." 6As if being self-conscious of saying her age or something she stops.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Ten Thousand years is a very long time. I imagine it would be hard to have someone suddenly desire to leave you after that time.
<Kit> 6Freyja grumbles. 1"Almost the entireity of my life a this point has been devoid of such memories and worries, and yet the span of a tiny speck is enough to make me realize that I actually will regret losing her, and despair over a life that is long past ash."
<Xanatos> <Theron> I understand. But you should not hold her back. You should let her move on, and in turn, move on yourself.
<Kit> <Freyja> I don't intend to stop her... If anything I want to help her. By doing that I... ... Well..
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I thought I'd give you time to prepare.
<Xanatos> <Theron> You what?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Sure. You're losing your mind, man.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> That or I'm finally getting drunk. Either way. Yay to me!
<Kit> <Freyja> I've spent too much time observing rather than living. Chii is, was, me. If she can truly become one of the real living again, then maybe it would be possible.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Yay to you, indeed. *he drinks another beer*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> So what do you think of the X girl
<Xanatos> <Theron> It would be more than possible. You can do it.
<Xanatos> <Marcus> SPoC?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> They have names?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> I guess.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Yeah, her. What do you think?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Cute. Little odd though.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> My lesbian radar pings crazy at her
<Xanatos> <Marcus> Eh. Wouldn't be the first.
<Kit> 6Freyja's face contorts, half scowling, half wincing as if from a grievous wound. 1"...Kind, but I am not so sure. The more I remember, the more I want to see him again."
<Angela> * Jennifer stalks into the kitchen, her mission: Food.
<Kit> NRP: * Jennifer finds the kitchen devoid of any morsel. Mission failed.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Sadly you most likely will not be able too. But I'm sure he would want you to move and live your life. Be happy, even.
<Angela> NRP: * Myria calls out on the comms, "Jennifer? Did you get the Omega Cokes? JEN? JENNNNNNN!"
<Cassandra`> NRP: <Myria> No delicious Omega Cokes?! :0
<Kit> <Freyja> It's confusing. It was his last word.
<Kit> 6Freyja lifts one hand, peering at it with difficulty, forming a circle with her fingers. 1"Live, he said. But he didn't get the chance to say how, or how long. He never really knew what I was, neither of us did at the time."
<Xanatos> <Theron> Then you should honor his desire and live.
<Kit> <Freyja> How? How long...? With what, when what I want is gone?
<Kit> 6Freyja then laughs. 1"Hell, I already failed. If not for Chii, I would still be dead."
<Angela> * Jennifer begins to contruct a sandwich.
<Xanatos> <Theron> The point to living is just that, you live. No one can tell you how to do it. It's just something you learn on your own.
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> *pops up behind Jennifer*
<Kit> <Freyja> Not that you saw it long, but didn't I seem happy? Do I not seem happy other than now?
<Xanatos> <Theron> I do not know. Because I don't know who you are.
<Kit> 6Freyja holds up her hand and giggles. 1"Oh... No one does... Not since Kyou."
<Kit> 6She pauses abrubtly, frowning after mentioning the name, then glances away in thought. Seems the name itself was something forgotten until remembered.
<DeathStar> 6 *Warren zooms in on Freyja with his spy camera.
<Xanatos> Then perhaps there is where you must start. Get to know people, in a human way. Not in a...fairlights way, or whatever you call yourself.
<Kit> <Freyja> ...My name's Freyja.
<Xanatos> <Theron> I know that. I just don't know what you are. I am an Erusian, what are you?
<Kit> <Freyja> Fairlights. Hrmph. Just a wives' tale thing given to us to frighten children into behaving...
<Kit> 6Her head turns back, blinking at Theron. 1"Oh."
<Xanatos> <Theron> Are you human?
<Kit> <Freyja> Kitsune was this country's old word for it. A fox spirit, but once upon time I thought I was. I thought I was human.
<Xanatos> *Marcus has sense made his way back down the hallway.
<Xanatos> <Theron> I am sure you must have been.
<Kit> <Freyja> Likely not since I took my father's life-- But then, that's another story. I assume you meant that figuratively...
<Angela> *Jennifer looks up form her creation at Myria, her eyes going wide. "Hi..."
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> Hiiiiii!
<Angela> Jenn> "H-Hi M-Ms. Myria."
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> What's wrong? *rocks on her heels*
<Xanatos> <Theron> I did. *he shifts slightly* Perhaps it is time for me to be on my way.'
<Kit> <Freyja> That is for the best. I think I should rest the alcohol off.
<Xanatos> <Theron> That would be a wise descision.
<Kit> <Freyja> ...I appreciate your words, Erusian Theron.
<Xanatos> <Theron> Come talk with me anytime. *he says with a nod*
<Xanatos> *Marcus pauses and knocks on Katrina's door.
<Angela> Jen> "Nothin..."
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> Whaaaaaaat?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Come on in.
<Kit> 6Freyja flickers away-- Followed by a loud thud nearby-- But she likely gets to where she's going.
<Xanatos> *Marcus peeks his head in. "It's me again."
<Angela> Jen> "Ummm.. uhhh...."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Hey, you.
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> *eyes Jenn*
<Xanatos> <Marcus> So I had a brilliant idea during my thoughtful drinking.
<Angela> * Jen backs up slowly.
<Xanatos> *Theron watches her blink away, then glances at Cheryl, stepping over towards her. "Hello."
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> I'm not going to mess with you.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes Theron. "Hello."
<Angela> * Jen relaxes.
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> Just last time...it was a very special episode. *nod nods*
<Xanatos> <Theron> I couldn't help but notice your training. *he looks at what is left of the training bag*
* Kit is now known as Kitzzzune
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Mmmhm
<Angela> * Jen stares at her.
<Cassandra`> 6<12Myria6> What?
<Xanatos> <Marcus> How about, sometimes soon. I cook you a meal and we sit down and have a nice dinner?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina studies him. "Sure. Alright."
* Xanatos smiles. "Great. How about tomorrow night?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Tomorrow night, then
Session Close: Sat Dec 01 00:00:00 2007

Session Start: Sun Dec 02 00:00:00 2007
Session Ident: #taw
<Jennifer`> "What do you believe?" *she smiles a little, asking earnestly*
<DeathStar> <Warren> Depends on my mood.
* Marcus` pauses and glances at Dias. "Oh get out of here."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oh hush. 6He stares at Marcus creation.
* Jennifer` nods a little. "Thanks."
* Jennifer` heads out of the office.
* Marcus` stands there, eyeing the simple pasta with a few key flavors. "I wonder if I should do an appetizer. Like a cup of soup or something. Oh man, you remember that Potato soup I made that one time?"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl crosses her arms. "I'll date you, Marcus, if I can get this much food."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Yeah, it wasn't that good. You're better off going with a dessert."
* Marcus` glances up and laughs slightly. "Don't make me start having second choices." He glances up at Dias. "Ouch, harsh."
<Kit> 6Freyja eyes the three silently, leaving her dish to bake.
<Jackieness> NRP: Night all
<Kit> NRP: Night, Jackie.
* Jackieness has left #taw
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl watches Freyja's food.
<Marcus`> So do you think Kat will like this? *he works on making a desert now*
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I'm sure she'll say she likes it.
<DeathStar> NRP: I love deserts, with their sands.
<Marcus`> NRP: Dessert even.
* Marcus` glances at Dias. "I mean seriously like it. I don't care what she says."
<Kit> 6Freyja finishes when Marcus begins working about dessert, and slides a pan of classic manicotti to Cheryl.
* Jennifer` is now known as ANgela
* ANgela is now known as Angela
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes it, then takes a bite.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Oh, I don't know. I'm not a psychic.
<Kit> 6Freyja peers at Cheryl curiously.
<Marcus`> Then be quiet. You're making me nervous.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes another bite.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> This is good, Freyja. 6* She eats in approval.
<Kit> 6Freyja smiles and leans back, satisfied.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Than why are you making a dessert instead?
<Marcus`> Because you said my soup was lame!
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl keeps eating.
<Kit> 6Freyja glances between Dias and Marcus.
* Marcus` steps back and crosses his arms. "So what do you think?" He eyes the pasta made out of angel hair pasta, the simple salad, and the chocolate mousse.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I haven't had a good meal like this in weeks. 6* She almost seems to moan.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> So, are you going for candle lighting, Marcus, and music?
<Kit> 6Freyja seems proud, but listens intently to this answer.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I dated a musician too. I can play music for you
<Marcus`> I uhh. I hadn't thought about that.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Tisk tisk.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eats more.
<Kit> <Freyja> Katrina seems like a very receptive person to the mood of something, regardless of how cheesy it is. An attempt would go a long ways.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> It's true.
* Marcus` arches glances around. "I forgot to get candles though..."
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I never dated a candle maker tho
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl rolls her eyes at Dias
<Marcus`> Though Dias could run out and get me some.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> No I couldn't.
<Marcus`> Why not?
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> It's a long distane. Just get some glow sticks instead.
* Marcus` suddenly laughs.
<Marcus`> Oh god that would be amazing.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl pauses in her eating, eyeing the two.
<Marcus`> Could you imagine how lame I would look? Actually you can, just look back at me on the PAX2.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl just finishes her food, satisfied.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> Yes, yes I could
* Marcus` glances at the time and looks up. "Uh oh, i'm almost out of time. I should get this stuff to my room, I have a table sat up."
<Kit> 6Freyja takes the dish from Cheryl and cleans it, returning all the props and utensils to their original placings.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You're quite handy, Freyja.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl seems to have gained +2 in her relationship with Freyja.
<Kit> <Freyja> Just let me know when you're hungry or need something.
* Marcus` begins to transport the food to his room.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl nods to Freyja.
<Kit> 6Freyja smiles and returns the nod to Cheryl, then begins to head out of the kitchen herself.
* Marcus` pauses. "Cheryl, would to care to grab some plates for me?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yes. Yes I would. 6* She yawns and sits back.
* Marcus` frowns. "Lazy."
<Kit> 6Freyja pauses, then turns. 1"Do you need help?"
<Kit> <Freyja> I don't believe Cheryl is lazy; I think she's just saving up.
<Marcus`> I would heart you forever if you did. I know, I'm just pouting. *he moves towards his room with the rest of the food*
<Kit> 6Freyja moves to gather sets of plates and silverware, peering at Cheryl questioningly. 1"Heart me forever? Is he saying hurt with an accent?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> He's saying he'll love you forever.
<Kit> <Freyja> Oh, how sweet of him, but a bit strange when wooing another.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> He'll probably fall back on you if Katrina throws the food in his face
<Kit> <Freyja> A poor plan considering my only lover's demise.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh.
<Kit> 6Freyja carries the settings out after Marcus' general direction.
<Chad`Winters> <Dias> I bet he lasts....20 minutes.
<DeathStar> NRP: <Cheryl> But didn't you have sex with Chii
* Marcus` is in his room, getting everything set up, chii would notice a table set up, with a nice little table cloth over it and one candle, probably something he found, sets off to the side.
<DeathStar> NRP: But not Freyja.
<Marcus`> NRP: LOL!
<Marcus`> NRP: Freyja
<Kit> 6Freyja inclines her head to the set up, then places the plates out and silverware in a specific arrangement. 1"Hm."
* Marcus` steps back, eyeing it all. "I guess I should get cleaned up, then. Thank you."
<Kit> 6Freyja grins, then nods and turns to leave.
* Marcus` shifts to his closet and begins to change.
* Marcus` steps back and eyes the time, he's a few minutes to spare, he moves around to do some last minute tidying.
<DeathStar> 6* There's a knock on Marcus' door
<Marcus`> It's open. *he steps back from lighting the candle*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina steps in, wearing a casual outfit. "Wow." 6* She looks at all the work he put into it.
* Marcus` glances at her, he smiles slightly, he tilts his head. "Too much?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm just surprised. You put a lot of thought into this.
<Marcus`> I wanted to make sure had a nice evening. *he extends his arm out her seat, which means she should sit*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sits down. "Well, thank you."
* Marcus` slides the seat under her as she sits, much like a gentleman would, then moves over to place her salad in front of her, setting down the ceaser dressing, making it a ceaser salad of course. He also pours her a glass of water and sets it beside the salad, then repeats the process for himself, sitting down.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina takes her fork into her hand, taking a bite of the salad. She chews it thoroughly.
* Marcus` watches her carefully, if he fucks up the salad the rest of the meal will probably be bad too.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles at him. "Relax, Marcus."
* Marcus` arches a brow, relaxing slightly. "That noticable, was it?"
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina taps her mind.
<DeathStar> NRP: Literally her mind. Not her head.
<Marcus`> NRP: Nice.
<Marcus`> Oh right. Totally forgot about that. So how is the salad?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It's good.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina gives him a disarming smile, eating her salad.
* Marcus` eats as well, occassionally sipping water, taking a moment to talk. "So I made an Angel Hair pasta for the main dish, and a chocolate mousse for the dessert. Think you'll be able to stomach it all?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It sounds divine. I'll certainly try.
* Marcus` smiles. "Excellent. I almost thought I wasn't going to make it."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Oh? 6* She chews on her salad.
<Marcus`> Dias and Cheryl invaded the kitchen. *he says, as if that would explain it all.*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Ohhh.
<Marcus`> Actually Dias was pretty helpful. *he tilts his head* It was odd.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Now that's scary. 6* She takes a swallow of water. "What did he do?"
<Kit> NRP: <Marcus> He made the ranch dressing.
<Marcus`> Gave suggestions on spices and said I should make a dessert instead of another appitizer.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, good for him. Perhaps he is useful.
<Marcus`> I still say you would've liked my soup. *he seems to frown slightly, as if thinking about it* Though I guess the salad is more than enough.
<Chad`Winters> 6A squeel of joy can be heard outside Marcus door
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina glances at the door.
<Chad`Winters> 6It goes silent again
* Marcus` shakes his head. "He's such a kid sometimes."
<Kit> <Girl's voice> Shhh!
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina raises a brow. "More than one."
<Marcus`> Freyja I bet. She helped me too. Being a gimp is useful. *he says with a smile*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina finishes the salad, then speaks loudly. "Well, this is a great salad, Marcus, thank you."
<Kit> <Other girl's name> I'll show him a gimp." 6Utters.
<Angela> * Jennifer plays around on a console, attempting to learn this devious device, so far she's worked out both turning it on and not destroying it.
* Marcus` sighs slightly when he stands and begins to clean up that bit, then sets out her pasta. He pours a glass of wine, for her and then himself, then sits down again.
<Marcus`> Sorry about that. *he motions towards the door*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina takes her cup of wine. "I find it cute they care so much about you."
<Marcus`> Me? I think they're just there to hear me fail miserably.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Because they care if you fail.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina offers a wry smile.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sips her wine, then takes a bite of the pasta.
<Marcus`> Well i'm sure this is about the only interesting thing happening here. *he says with a smirk, taking a sip of his wine*
<Kit> <Darkly> That's for sure.
<Kit> <Lightly> Shhh!
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina eats her pasta, smiling with amusement at the door.
<Marcus`> Well this isn't going quite like I thought it was. *he confesses, taking a bite of his pasta*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Really? You pictured us alone? 6* She laughs.
* Marcus` smiles. "Well I guess that was just wishful thinking, wasn't it?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'm afraid so. The pasta is wonderful, by the way. 6* She sips her wine.
* Marcus` smiles widely. "Good. There's just a hint of pineapple in there to give it a nice sweet taste along with the basil and other spices."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I see your time as a waiter paid off. 6* She notes with approval.
<Marcus`> I dare say it might just make me the perfect man. *he notes seriously, then smiles after a moment*
<Kit> <Lightly> Wasn't that your idea?" 6Hushed.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I'll keep your name in mind if they ever have a conest for the perfect man
* Marcus` laughs slightly. "So what do you think of the idea of doing this more often?"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, it's hard to turn down good food like this.
<Marcus`> That's why I waited till you started eating before I suggested it. *he says with a sly smile*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Very clever. 6* She waves her finger at him.
<Kit> <Darkly> Downright devious!
<Marcus`> Apparently i'm devious. *he smiles*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It would seem so.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina finishes her glass of wine.
<Marcus`> Would you like some more? *He asks casually, noticing her cup empty*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Oh, I think one will do me. No need to get too tipsy.
<Marcus`> Very true. *he finishes his pasta and smiles slightly* Ready for the best part of the meal?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I think so.
* Marcus` stands and cleans the table then brings out the chocolate mousse creation, which is the mousse in wine glasses, with a halved strawberry resting atop the mousse, he sets it down in front of her, then places a spoon beside it, moving to sit down, a smile on his face. "I'm sorry for the anxious reactions, I just love to see someone enjoy my food."
<DeathStar> NRP: Yes, folks, Marcus spent more time describing his food, than he does most other things that could be considered important
<Marcus`> NRP: DAMN RIGHT!
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles. "Well, I'm sure it's great." 6* She takes a spoonful.
* Marcus` eats his slightly, getting a bit on his nose, he pauses and moves a napkin up to wipe it away. "Oops." He says with a chuckle.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles, taking a bite without being messy. "Mmm, this is good."
<Marcus`> So why don't you tell me something about yourself?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> What do you want to know?
<Marcus`> Tell me something that no one else knows. *he glances towards the door* Or on second thought, tell me something...that you would go crazy without.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Uh. Caffeine?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina shrugs.
<Marcus`> Not a morning person, then?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I can wake up easily enough. I just like it to keep me going.
* Marcus` nods. "I understand. I'm not much of a coffee person myself, but I feel comepletey drained if I don't take my vitamin in the morning."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You take vitamins?
<Marcus`> Of course. With rations, you don't always get the right nutrition, so it's good to have the vitemains. Don't want to get weak bones or something odd like that.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Sounds reasonable.
<Marcus`> Yeah, I really enjoy being the way I am now. I don't see how I lived my life as long as I did being so weak.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina finishes her dessert. "You were never weak. Just---stronger now."
* Marcus` tilts his head, thinking about that. "I guess you're right. As crazy as it sound, the hit that Xevil put on my head was one of the best things that ever happened to me."
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* Marcus` has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Life does strange things.
<Xan|RulingKentucky> <Marcus> That is does. *he finishes his dessert* What about you. How did you make your way to EarthGov?
* Xan|RulingKentucky is now known as Marcus`
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I wanted to be a counselor, EarthGov had good programs.
* Marcus` nods his head. "So tell me. How did I do? On a scale of 1 to lame."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You really want to be evaulated? 6* She notes with amusement
<Marcus`> If we're ever going to do this again, it would be good to know what to do to make it better. I was thinking about doing music, but I didn't want to overwhelm you with corny.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Well, I would give you a 8, but I have to deduct for asking to be evaluated, so a 7.
<Marcus`> Ouch. Fair enough. Fair enough. I guess that was a bit lame.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina offers a smile.
* Kit is now known as Kitzzzune
* Marcus` stands up, wearing black trousers and a plaid button up shirt that's a light blue, he also wears some nice dress shoes. "You've gotta admit, I dress up pretty good, don't I?" he smiles.
* Marcus` moves over to reach his hand out to help Kat stand, she might pick up that he smells nice too.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sneezes.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Yes, you do. 6* She takes his hand, standing up.
* Marcus` pauses. "I guess the one squirt of cologne was one squirt too much."
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Sorry. I use to sneeze when Shiva used strange perfumes, too
<Marcus`> Ah. I'll keep that in mind. *he shifts his arm* I suppose I could walk the lady to her room. *he smiles again*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> No need. I imagine there's enough people outside to walk me home.
* Marcus` frowns slighty but hides it masterfully. "True enough." He leads her to his door. "Well I really hope you had a good time."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles. "I did. Thanks." 6* She opens the door and steps out.
* Marcus` nods his head. "I'll see you."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina nods. "I would hope so." 6* She winks and walks home.
* Marcus` rests against his doorframe, smiling as he watches her walk off.
<DeathStar> -E.N.D.-
Session Close: Sun Dec 02 02:38:13 2007

Session Start: Mon Dec 03 11:13:20 2007
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20071203.log'
<DeathStar> Stardate: 10-588.1.17
<DeathStar> Location: HQ
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl works out in the training room, by beating up a punching bag
<Megumi> 6Chii sits up, for a second time, but now fiddling with gum in her hair. 1"Why that little brat.."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina idlely wonders where Chii has been for the last few days
<Megumi> <Chii> ..Wh-where the hell am I?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> The training room. 6* She kicks the bag.
<Megumi> 6Freyja saunters by the entryway, leaning in briefly to mention, "1Chii, dear, Katrina's been wondering about you. You passed out after eavesdropping."
<Megumi> <Chii> I di-- wait... Hey! That's -your- fault! You've been drinking again, haven't you!?
<Megumi> 6Freyja just smiles and wanders off down the hall, something else in mind.
<Megumi> 6Chii raises both hands over her head and exhales in rage, a rather toddler posture. 1"I'll kill her!"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl finishes beating up the poor bag, leaving it in abymissal state.
<Megumi> 6Chii rubs her forehead and gazes at the pile of sand and leather. 1"...Something bothering you, Cheryl?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Not anymore. 6* She sounds cheerful at the destruction.
<Megumi> 6Chii nods, as if this makes perfect sense.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl eyes Chii's hair, then takes a knife. "Hold still."
<Megumi> <Chii> H-huh!? Hey! It doesn't grow back easily!
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Getting that gum out is going to be a bitch.
* Xan|Gone is now known as Xan|Class
<Megumi> 6Chii ponders about it. 1"You're right. Freyja could get it out, but then I'd have to deal with her for an hour."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> The woes of dealing with yourself.
<Megumi> <Chii> It's below the shoulder's length isn't it? Fine.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl moves over, studying Chii's hair. She takes her knife and manages to cut just enough to get the gum out, and no more.
<Megumi> 6Chii studies the results, blinking. 1"Hey, you managed to do it without cutting it all off to match. Huh.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yes. And now... 6* She takes some of Chii's hair, brushing it aside, to hide the strand missing some.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> There. No one will notice.
<Megumi> <Chii> You're good at that. Happened before?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Some blood and guts just won't wash out of your hair, so I learned how to deal with it.
<Megumi> <Chii> Mm, I suppose that's true. Freyja's always taken care of such things after our encounters.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Must be nice.
<Megumi> 6Freyja enters the lobby, for once not spotting Theron reading or the others bickering and ponders, then shrugs and heads for the command.
<Megumi> 6Chii frowns and stares at the floor, fiddling with her hands. 1"..."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren sits in his office, looking all commanding.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Or not. Whatever.
<Megumi> <Chii> ...N-no, I think in some ways it is.
<Megumi> <Chii> It's ... just strange. You don't know how we came to be, right?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I got the cliffnotes version
<Megumi> 6Chii tilts her head. 1"Oh? From who..."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Honey, word travels easily around here. We do have a gossiping bunch
<Megumi> <Chii> But I... I don't think I've ever told anyone...
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh? Hm.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl considers that now.
<Megumi> 6Chii shakes her head. 1"Eh, well, suffice for that originally I came to life in order to support Freyja. I think that's the right word..."
<DeathStar> NRP: <Cheryl> IF you want to know more about me, read Blink. *shameless plug insert*
<Megumi> NRP: lmao
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Right.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl takes a seat on a bench, apparantly going to let Chii talk to her.
<Megumi> <Chii> I took all of her sadness, all of the bad memories upon myself, and in turn we began a mutual relationship of sharing different portions of the same life.
<Megumi> <Chii> Although she made most of the decisions, I guess." 6An irritated twitch. 1"...I was trusted with our life when it mattered."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> There's been stranger relationships in familes before.
<Megumi> 6Chii nods slowly, but without confidence. 1"After meeting you guys and having her taken away, I started to see things a little different. What it was like to be... self?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Right.
<Megumi> <Chii> When I got her back, I..." 6Her face turns to the side and tries to find the right words. 1"...Was afraid of losing that."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You liked your independence.
<Megumi> <Chii> But when you ask-- I ...did not find it unpleasant back then.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Everyone's gotta grow up sooner or later, Chii. It's like kids leaving their parents.
<Megumi> 6Chii's face contorts, scowling. 1"Sh-she's not my parent!"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Okay, your older, bossier sister.
<Megumi> <Chii> But... I do feel... sadness?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I figure most people are sad when they have to move on. It's normal.
<Megumi> <Chii> I... see.
<Megumi> <Chii> When did you... move on?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Me? 6* She blinks, then laughs once, though it's without humor. "I didn't have parents in the traditional sense."
<Megumi> <Chii> Neither did I." 6She states glumly.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> But you did have Freyja. 6* She nods once.
<Megumi> <Chii> You had no one at all?
<Megumi> 6Chii squints. 1"That is not the sort of aura I feel."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I was created and genetically engineered in a lab. General Cran probably thought of me as a daughter, but I hated the old bastard. When I could, I broke out from under his thumb and never looked back.
<Megumi> <Chii> Oh, right.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I have a big family now, though. So life events out.
<Megumi> 6Chii suddenly jerks her head once, as if something struck her, but seems to pay it no heed. 1"...The Ridarium conflict?"
<DeathStar> *evens
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> That would be it. Dragoon Alpha Cheryl.
<Megumi> <Chii> You are satisfied with the present, then?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh, the present could be better. I'm away from my family right now, but war's something I'm good at. And that I enjoy.
<Megumi> 6Chii squints again. 1"...Family."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yep. Most of mine is with the other group.
<Megumi> <Chii> Memories to me seem like nothing more than something I was given. I wonder what the real Tomoe and Kojiro were like... What Kyou was like to be worth all this.
<Megumi> 6Chii peers at Cheryl intently. 1"If your family is elsewhere, why do you choose to be here?"
<Megumi> <Chii> You find fighting that enjoyable?
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl looks at her. "Aren't you making your own memories here?" 6* She looks up at the ceiling. "As for me, well, I know Ariel and Zephyr can take care of themselves. And I know Warren needs myself."
<Megumi> <Chii> That man... Warren has one of the strangest auras I've encountered. Everything seems to fold inward on itself. I know it represents a conflict of emotions, but even the aura itself seems to be collapsing upon itself; taking responsibility for itself.
<Megumi> <Chii> Is he really... Someone you can trust that much?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Chii, if there's anyone in this world you can trust with your life, it's Warren Carmichael.
<Megumi> <Chii> Yet in the simulator he used us all for bomb sweepers. Interesting...
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Warren knows more about loss than most. It's also why he'd die before he let someone under him die.
<Megumi> <Chii> I must admit I know very little about him. In the past, we ...remained unattached and avoided contact in direct means. I made paths possible, sometimes killing, sometimes tricking. With Freyja, we... observed and tampered, but rarely found ourselves at the center of anything unless we found we must.
<Megumi> 6Chii rubs her forehead. 1"Although things like that... Those conflicts seemed too far gone to affect. In the end, Freyja was surprised that they came out well in the end. Warren was one of the ones who pulled it out, was he not?"
<DeathStar> NRP: Which conflict is Chii referring to?
<Megumi> NRP: Only the one they've already mentioned.
<DeathStar> NRP: W-Which one is that?
<DeathStar> NRP: Ridiarium?
<Megumi> NRP: Right
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> The Ridiarium War...it's something that changed Warren. I don't know much about his war career.
<Megumi> 6Chii nods slowly. 1"You... If you heard about us, you know why Freyja is attracted to those sorts, don't you?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I don't know, actually.
<Megumi> <Chii> She's a mess, worse than me. I may have been dealing with the memories, holding them, but they're her's and were her's to experience. I've always hated it, but I think she's still trying to decide the worth of things.
<Megumi> 6Chii sweeps her hair back, the ribbon holding her tail back long fallen out in the last few days. 1"People like that I guess she finds likeness with, and tries to see what they've done with themselves."
<Megumi> 6Chii crosses her arms, eyes shutting in an indignant manner. 1"Hrmph, I think it's a load of bullshit myself. Get over it."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Well, after what Warren lost, I'm surprised at how compassionate it can be. He'd never admit it to you, but do you know who helped Katrina McCormick keep the incident with you and Freyja quiet? Warren. He redirected the military focus after that day. Had them focus more on the Dark Ones attack, and kept the files on the montain quiet. People can come out of things damaged and lost, others can...find something more."
<DeathStar> NRP: he can be
<Megumi> 6Chii opens a single eye and reluctantly nods. 1"..."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hell, he forgave me.
<Megumi> <Chii> I think she figured that out. It's probably why she's been so annoying around him.
<Megumi> 6Chii's ears perk. 1"Eh? Forgave you?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I killed his fiancee and unborn child. 6* She notes grimly.
<Megumi> 6Chii pauses, but doesn't flinch. 1"Ah. Why?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I was fighting a Ridiarium. I lost control. They were innocents caught in the crossfire.
<Megumi> <Chii> Oh. You've fought with someone similar.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl blows a strand of hair back.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Anyway. I think you can make something good here, Chii.
<Megumi> 6Chii stares blankly. 1"Me?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah. Striking out on your own is hard, but you have some good role models here to follow. And some bad ones. But everyone could use a littleb ad.
<Megumi> 6Chii hrmphs. 1"I... I'm all bad..!"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah, right.
<Megumi> 6Chii opens a single eye again. 1"...I was.."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You've lost your touch then, girl.
<Megumi> <Chii> D-don't tempt me!
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Right, right. 6* Waves her hand in dismissal.
<Megumi> <Chii> I'll have you know, Warren threw me out of a moving van." 6Nods proudly.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> He does that to annoying people. He shoots bad people.
<Megumi> 6Chii frowns and snaps.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Besides, if Katrina McCormick likes you, that just means you're stuck with a good girl rep.
<Megumi> <Chii> ... ...
<Megumi> 6Chii looks to the ceiling, thinking, then punches at it. 1"K-kuso!"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl smiles, showing her teeth
<Megumi> <Freyja> Warren, do you have a moment?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren looks up at his door. He pops a vicodin, then hits the button to open it.
<Megumi> <Chii> Well then maybe I should start being near you.
<Megumi> 6Chii stares intently, with a frown.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I don't know. Your good girl rep might rub off on me.
<Megumi> <Chii> ...I went psycho on Marcus and Katrina during that alien thing. I'm not good!
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You can't hold your alcohol.
<Megumi> 6Chii recoils. "I was taking the effects from mine -and- Freyja's!"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hmmm. 6* She seems to be debating if to believe that
<Megumi> 6Freyja walks in slowly, studying the walls rather than looking at Warren the whole time.1 "I wish to talk."
<Megumi> <Chii> O-Oh yeah? Well I'm compatible with the dark rune.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren grunts.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> So is Erevis, and she's like the poster child for innocense.
<Megumi> 6Chii looks like she's been punched again. 1"...Y-You win.."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Now you're learning.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Stick with me, kid, and I'll make you a badass yet.
<Megumi> <Freyja> I'm going to be leaving for a time, Warren, but I've come to ask you if there's anything you need done while I'm out. Some errands, perhaps, that can't be done in daylight? I'm fond of the night.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Not that I can think of.
<Megumi> 6Chii holds up a fist determinedly. 1"...Right!"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren leans back in his seat, watching Freyja.
<Megumi> <Freyja> Shame, guess instead of being useful I'll just be terribly bored."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> First rule, badasses don't fist pump.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I somehow doubt that.
<Megumi> 6Chii looks down, then drops her hand.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Second, badasses must give off an aura of badassness. Look at me. Sitting here like this, everyone knows not to fuck with me.
<Megumi> 6Freyja stands there, arms crossed in Chii's manner, for once with a straight face, not laughing or smiling. 1"You're probably right. I can always find something to do."
<Megumi> 6Chii frowns slightly at Cheryl. 1"That's not the aura I feel..."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> And what do you feel? 6* Peers at her with a raised eyebrow.
<DeathStar> <Warren> And how long will you be gone?
<Megumi> 6Chii taps her lip and debates it. 1"... Warmth. Not unlike Katrina's when we met, yet... Yours is less defined. Like comparing a light to a fire."
<Megumi> 6Chii seems to be perusing this, appraising auras like photography.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hmph. Light to a fire.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl glances off the other way.
<Megumi> <Chii> Mh, a light is contained and orderly. A fire will rage for as long as it breathes.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I'm all fire.
<Megumi> <Chii> I like fires.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Damn straight you do.
<Megumi> 6Chii blinks a few times, then forms one of her rare, less fake, smiles.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl puts her hands behind her head. "I guess that makes me the black sheep of the family, considering it now."
<Megumi> <Chii> Hm?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Out of all Ariel's kids, I'm probably the only one that likes to fight for the sake of fighting.
<Megumi> 6Freyja glances to the side wall and ponders, then shakes her head. 1"As long as it takes. I wish to gather my thoughts. This 'family' has enough dysfunctionality to it that it does not need several lifetimes of the problems I bring with me. I just need some time to get them in order and find myself."
<DeathStar> <Warren> Are you sure?
<Megumi> <Freyja> Yes. Moving in the shadows is something I've been accustomed to for a very long time. I'll come back to the light when I'm capable of protecting people how I wish to be, but in the meantime, I can be most effective in other means.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren nods a few times, then opens a drawer, pulling out a comm and setting it on the edge of the desk. "Take that, then."
<Megumi> 6Freyja drops her head slightly, peering at it, then moves over in a few steps and raises it up before her eyes. 1"...Is this?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> A communication device. It's got a link up to me. Call if you are in trouble.
<Megumi> 6Freyja grins. 1"Me? In trouble? Lavish at the thought. You're far too capable on your own with information and the likes, but if I can speed the process up by sneaking myself into things the old fashioned way, don't hesitate."
<Megumi> <Chii> Is it... wrong? I enjoy such things. Between the frayed ends of sanity is a peaceful, sublime feeling.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren looks at her seriously. "Watch yourself. It is dangerous out there."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I don't think so, personally.
<Megumi> <Chii> Others do?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Pacifists. 6* She nods.
<Megumi> 6Chii sneers. 1"We've met lots of those over the years. Most of them are worthless-- The kinds that succeed are few and far between and the rest are a bunch of warmongering hypocrites."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Hear hear.
<Megumi> 6Freyja nods, dropping her smile. It's a strange sight to behold, but she straightens her posture and salutes, granted, then her hand slides down to a relaxed state and swipes off casually. 1"If I'm doing fine, you shouldn't see me. I'll keep in contact."
<Megumi> NRP: Hear hear? o.o
<DeathStar> NRP: Never heard that expression?
<Megumi> NRP: Nope.
<DeathStar> NRP: Means agreement.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Don't be a stranger for long. Chii will miss you. 6* He goes back to his datapad.
<Megumi> 6Freyja suddenly looks taxed as she turns and trudges off. 1"That'll be the day..."
<DeathStar> <Warren> How little we know ourselves.
<Megumi> 6Freyja straightens, smiling to no one. 1"Indeed."
<DeathStar> <Warren> Except me. I know all about me.
<Megumi> 6Freyja giggles, taking her leave.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren hits his button to close the door.
<Megumi> 6Chii continues to grin and nod in agreement before she pauses, staring blankly at nothing.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl stares at her. "You okay?"
<Megumi> 6Chii turns to her, not really reacting at first, but then smiles weakly. 1"Yeah, I just... felt something funny."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Uh huh. Fine, I won't pry.
<Megumi> <Chii> I wouldn't worry, there's lots of weird things coming off people around here. Say, would you mind doing something for me?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> What's that?
<Megumi> 6Chii raises a hand up to her shoulder's height and gestures. 1"Mind using that knife again? You did a good job avoiding it, but I think I might like to change anyway."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You want it to cut to your shoulder?
<Megumi> <Chii> Yeah. I'm not sure I'd like it shorter than that, but being that long's a nuissance for a kunoichi anyway. Freyja just whined about the twins thing.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl flips out the knife, taking Chii's hair. She begins to cut it at the length Chii requested.
<Megumi> NRP: What's that? Supposed to be Cheryl?
<DeathStar> NRP: Yep
<Megumi> 6Chii reaches up and feels it for a moment. There's a second or two where she might look traumatized, but then takes a deep breath and flicks it with her hands to flair the ends outward. 1"Lighter, anyway."
<Megumi> 6Chii squints in annoyance. 1"There's a few times when I was doing good in a fight and they yanked on it while I was retreating for another move."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I can be a bitch
<Megumi> <Chii> You'd do it?
<DeathStar> *It can
* Megumi strikes out pose!
<Megumi> NRP: *headtilt*
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl puts up the knife with a flick of her wrist.
<Megumi> <Chii> So, sensei.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Name's Cheryl.
<Megumi> 6Chii turns her head slightly. 1"I... know that. I should let Katrina know what I've been doing, or rather not doing..."
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<Megumi> <Chii> Besides pulverize the training equipment, what do you do for fun?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You just want to see how she reacts to the hair
<Megumi> 6Chii jerks slightly. 1"...D-do not."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Well, I like to drink, gamble. And that's pretty much all there is to do here.
<Megumi> 6She doubletakes and and slightly panics. 1"..I-It looks bad?!"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> It looks fine. Relax. Katrina's hair is the same length
<Megumi> <Chii> But she might like it longer...!
<Megumi> 6Chii sulks. 1"...I don't think I've gambled before."
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl snorts with amusement. "Then I'll teach you poker."
<DeathStar> NRP: *waits for you to figure out who the last picture is*
<Megumi> NRP: Someone with brown hair? U-uh..
<Megumi> NRP: ...Couldn't be Sera or something.
<DeathStar> NRP: Adult Zephyr.
<Megumi> NRP: Oh. Phew.
<Megumi> <Chii> Poker, huh..?
<Megumi> 6Chii hops to her feet from her sitting position, then stretches.
<Megumi> NRP: Warren?
<DeathStar> NRP: The one and only
* Megumi looks at the number of male cast members.
<Megumi> NRP: ...Darien?
<DeathStar> NRP: Yes.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl nods.
<Megumi> 6Chii turns and runs, for some reason, 1"Be right back...!"
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl watches her go.
<Megumi> NRP: Ben?
<DeathStar> NRP: LOL!!!
<DeathStar> NRP: That's CLEARLY Angela.
<Megumi> NRP: Clearly, but it appeared male and I had few guesses left =P
<Megumi> 6Chii treks down the hallways, running about like a gleeful kid, skidding to a halt at Katrina's door and knocking.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Come in.
<Megumi> 6Chii pushes the panel to opent he door and hops in rather cheerful for herself.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina looks up. "Oh, hi, Chii, I was wonder---." 6* She blinks. "Wow, you cut your hair."
<Megumi> <Chii> Actually, Cheryl did.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Huh. 6* She studies the look.
<Megumi> 6Chii tilts her head slightly. 1"Though I asked her to." 6She peers at Katrina and begins panicking. 1"I-It -does- look horrible!"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It looks cute. 6* She corrects. "I was just wondering if she used a knife or something."
<Megumi> <Chii> Yeah, a knife." 6Sigh of relief.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> We'll use some scissors to get some of the rough edges out later.
<Megumi> <Chii> Oh, okay. Cheryl's going to teach me to gamble, I just wanted to let you know I was alive, or whatever.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> You're going to learn how to gamble? 6* She blinks.
<Megumi> 6Chii frowns irritated suddenly. 1"Freyja was drinking, so I haven't exactly been at my most coherent."
<Megumi> <Chii> Yeah. Need something to do besides pick fights with people, don't I?
<Megumi> 6Chii eyes Katrina curiously.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I guess it would be more productive. Well, have fun then.
<Megumi> <Chii> How was your date, huh?
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina blinks. "My date? Oh, with Marcus."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina smiles. "It was nice. He definitely was nervous."
<Megumi> <Chii> Yeah, poor sap.
<Megumi> 6Chii looks haughty. 1"Could feel it a mile away!"
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Yeah. I guess with losing his arm, he's unsure of himself.
<Megumi> 6Chii darkens slightly. 1"...Yeah, probably true."
<Megumi> 6For once, Chii gives off a bit of guilty, and she turns away. 1"Anyway, I'll be back later."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina tilts her head. "Alright, Chii. Have fun."
<Megumi> 6Chii waves a bit of her hair away from her eyes and laughs, nervously. 1"Of course!" 6Then darts off.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina makes a hmmm sound, then opens her book again.
<Megumi> 6Chii treks back down the halls, glad everyone seems to be elsewhere or this would probably involve ramming into quite a few, and returns to the training room.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl is playing with a deck of cards.
<Megumi> <Chii> I'm back. She didn't freak out.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> See?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Typically when gambling, people bet money. However, we don't have money, or items to really gamble, so we'll just play cards.
<Megumi> 6Chii grins widely. 1"I wonder if she'll keep it up with Marcus."
<Megumi> 6Chii moves over and sits. 1"Eh? Okay."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Keep up what?
<Megumi> <Chii> They had a date the other night.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Oh, right, the date.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Marcus is probably the most stable guy here.
<Megumi> <Chii> Sad, isn't it?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Yeah.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> You interested in boys, Chii?
<Megumi> <Chii> Interested?
<Megumi> 6Chii eyes the cards, expecting them to do something fancy, perhaps.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> As in going on dates with boys.
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl shuffles the deck.
<Megumi> 6Chii's expression twists. 1"Eh... I don't have time for that."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Smart girl
<DeathStar> 6* Cheryl begins to teach her the rules, showing her the cards.
<Megumi> <Chii> So bluff and chance, unless you can count the cards and probabilities.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Some people frown on that.
<Megumi> <Chii> Tch, I'm perceptive, but I couldn't be bothered keeping track of that...
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> But yes, bluffing and chance. It's a game where you learn to read your opponents.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> It's why some psionics aren't allowed to play. They can read too well
<Megumi> 6Chii jerks and coughs.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I don't particularly care though, so don't fret.
<Megumi> <Chii> I'm not psychic, but I can read emotions and auras.
<Megumi> <Chii> Though you seem to be able to hold yours quite well anyway.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> That's because I'm the best bluffer in the world.
<Megumi> <Chii> I am at a disadvantage, then.
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> For now.
<Megumi> 6Chii quirks an eyebrow. 1"You think I can learn?"
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I hope, or you'll be broke a lot.
<Megumi> <Chii> I can win money?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> If you can get good at the game.
<Megumi> <Chii> There's people among us who bet money?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I do. No fun if you don't risk losing something. But since you're learning, and we're in a tight spot with money, we'll just play this one for free.
<Megumi> <Chii> Drat, none of the others do?
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Dias loves to bet.
<Megumi> 6Chii's face lights up. She 'fu fu fus' and taps her fingers together. 1"Lovely."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> I don't think Warren plays cards, but he's a gambler. I can tell.
<Megumi> <Chii> It would make sense. Unsettling as it may be, he probably gambles with us.
<Megumi> 6Chii grins widely. 1"I shall learn quickly, so that I might enjoy breaking Dias."
<Megumi> <Chii> I could use some spending money."
<DeathStar> <Cheryl> Then I'll do my best to teach you
<Megumi> NRP: Chii "No matter how many times I break his wallet, I never have money and he always does..."
<Megumi> NRP: * Dias walks off, having re-stolen his money back.
<Megumi> 6Chii nods and assumes a 'poker face.' She had one to begin with when she isn't being emotional, so it's no far stretch.
<DeathStar> -END-
Session Close: Mon Dec 03 13:25:20 2007