The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[bluecrimson]

Canteen: Devon

Devon kept an ear on the conversations that Rugal, boss, and Kura were having as he nodded to Caim. "Yeah, that's really awesome to hear. I'm glad that she's able to make that kind of decision."

He still wanted to put his input in on the talk with Rugal, but again, it was an A/B conversation. He didn't really have any good way to do so without being that one guy. And judging from the rather icy reception of his playing earlier, his guitar playing impressing everyone at the saloon had been a fluke.

In the kitchen, all the imps had heard from the one that had been kicked and wholeheartedly agreed that they would refuse to cook for Kurakumo. They may be imps, but damnit, they weren't going to be abused while they worked for Devon.

Training Room: David

Melethia tested it out with the stock, having a bit better results. Still, she'd have a long way to go before any military man could sign off on Melethia being trained by them. "It's okay, but I don't know why I'm having so much trouble! I know how it works, I know how the weapon fires... Why is it so hard all of a sudden?"

She was a bit frustrated at the difficulty she was having even with her following all the instructions.

Outside the training room: Slindis, Teri, Garm

Slindis slumped down on the ground. [color=c20000]"You don't understand, do you? Have you ever had to deal with the pain that comes from knowing that your daughter hasn't had a childhood and it's your fault? Melethia was being hired by House Deneith to shore up their defenses, and they're one of the premier defense forces from there! She was supposed to be able to relax, not find new and improved ways to kill people... And I couldn't even notice my own goddaughter in my hands when I passed her over to you..."[/color]

She was clearly beaten down by what she'd seen in the Animus mentally as she looked to Garm, wanting a way out. [color=c20000]"What good is it if I consistently botch taking care of those that were entrusted to me? From the beginning, fighting's all I've known... I can't even manage to provide those around me a different path."[/color]

 

[000Ronald]

Boss was taken aback. "I...no. I haven't. I can't imagine any reason I'd ever have any reason to, either. But my point still stands. Even if you can slice up battleships, this man's evil can take over a person and control them entirely. He'll use that hate as a tool against you, or worse, as a tool to make himself stronger."

Boss sighed. "Oh well. I've said my piece." A beer appeared in his hand, and he sat down at a nearby table. "I'm gonna chill for a bit. Beer's still up for grabs, if anyone wants it."

 

[bluecrimson]

After another moment to process what he'd heard from Kura, he stood up and walked over to her. "Last time I checked, those imps were fine man and women working for me, not your food nor your servants. Get that thought out of your head right now, because I will not tolerate that kind of abuse. Whatever decision they make is their own, and if they don't want to cook for you, any one of them, then it looks like you'll have to learn how to use the stove." His tone made it clear that he would not have those working for him be abused like that.

 

[mcpop9]

Kura shrugged devon off and walked off towards the door that she had seen a few imps coming in and out of. It took her a few minutes before she got inside and saw all of the imps walking around and working in the kitchen. "Well, if it isn't the red minions. I have a proposition for you guys." She began and crouched down to their level, to be a bit closer to eye to eye level.

"You guys cook for me, and i won't come into the kitchen and cook for myself, plus i'll leave you guys alone so long as you cook for me. Fair?" she asked them.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Canteen: Rugal

As they talked, Rugal thought about what Angelus said, "Creatures of Science".
He began to process this new information as the others talked on around them, though he came to the same conclusion, it still didn't add up, how did Kura come into being?
"Just a refill please, Boss." He then said as he binned his water bottle.
"Perhaps we should speak with your mother about this? As Angelus said, she was indeed a wild one. It might shed some light on this situation..." He added before the situation with the imps arose.
"Oh, this can only end well..." He sighed, bracing himself to play peacemaker.
Training Room: David

"Well, you are picking up a new weapon. I'd imagine it'd take some time. Like if I was to take up the Bow and arrow." David quipped as he picked up and examined Melethia's bow as she reloaded.
"Just keep at it, Firearms might be seen as crude weapons in the eyes of more specialized users, but they took are an art in of itself." He said as he tried to pull the string on Melethia's bow.
"Jesus, you fucking use this thing? I can barely pull it!" He exclaimed, amazed that she could use this bow so well.

 

[bluecrimson]

The imps moved aside as the one with the same hat and apron from earlier walked to her. "You want that, then you'd better not attack any of us. We understand your language enough to know you see us as 'living steaks'. Are we clear?" From how he was respected, it was clear this was likely the highest-ranking one. There was also the matter that the bloodied bard was somehow in control of all the imps here.

 

[000Ronald]

"Water, then?" Rugal nodded. Boss closed his eyes; a plastic bottle, presumably the one Rugal had just thrown away, appeared in his hand, completely refilled. "The beers are in my room; I'm getting them from there." Boss offered the bottle to Rugal. "That came from the ship's store; I did a little purifying myself, too. If you want to, you can have Edge purge it, but it should be fine as is."

 

[mcpop9]

"Sure, but you'll need to get a better apron than one that makes me want to impulsively kick you." The kunoichi said to him, surpressing the twitch in her leg to extend it and send him flying once more.

Looking around, she found a white apron. She grabbed it and spun around. There was a flurry of brushes and paint, and she spun around with a new apron design for him.

Spoiler: New apron

"Do you like this look?" she asked him.

 

[bluecrimson]

Kitchen: Imps, Kura

The imp nodded. "Honestly, I found the first thing in my size from hell. I'm fine with this. You leave us alone, we can work this out."

Training Room: David



Mel shook her head as David pulled it the wrong way. "Well, you should make sure you're holding it right first off. I mean, the bow starts at a pull weight of 20 pounds if you hold it right." She continued trying to fire the gun with a tiny measure of growth.

 

[bluerocker]

Canteen

Caim gave a nod in response,

"You're telling me... Now enough about my sister. Tell me, is your training going well? From what my sons are telling me, you've learned something new."

Now, with the Cuties not saying anything, Devon realized that they had told Caim the proceedings over the bonds of pact partners. Cadolbolg chimed in after Caim's statement with, "We didn't want to interrupt the conversation, you know?"

[color=15650D]"That and sometimes it's a bit easier infodumping that way..."[/color]

Caim shook with silent laughter, the little creatures holding onto the warrior with ease after so much experience riding around on taller persons,

"So, what is this new thing you've learned? These two have kept quiet about that much..."

However, as Devon wandered to speak with the Ninja girl, Caim decided that perhaps his question would have to wait, and silently waited for Devon to finish his business... Leaving the warrior looking very silly with the two Cutie Bruisers sitting on his shoulder and head.

Angelus agreed with the Boss' sentiment of Bison's power, "A man who can command armies with a single word has power. I hate to rehash the ant metaphor, but a force of many is much to contend with; especially when the commander is worst of all... Ah, a good point Rugal. Should Akasumi not be sore about the Snake Princess business perhaps she could glean a choice piece of information regarding this situation..."

Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the mention of eating the imps, as she knew damn well of their use on the Blackhawke. Not to mention that imp meat was not something one would want to eat anyway. Too gamy.

Outside the training room: Slindis, Teri, Garm

Teri shook her head, [color=0E59E4]"No, I don't know what it's like to raise a child. But I understand you feeling guilty for something. I destroyed a universe three times over and did countless bad things to people with my writing. I still feel bad about that. It's not the same; I know, but I get what you mean when you feel like you can't do anything right; especially when trying to help or prevent something worse from happening. That being said...."[/color]

She paused for a few moments, and waved her hand over the staff, casting Detect Magic and staring intently at it as she poured over her knowledge of magic from the DnD system...

Using a combination of Detect Magic, a 22 Knowledge Arcana and a 19 Spellcraft checks, Teri figures out the base requirements for the use/activation of communicating with Sadei.

With a satisfied nod, she muttered, [color=0E59E4][small]"Thought so...."[/small][/color] and continued with Slindis, [color=0E59E4]"There was nothing you could have done about Sadei. Her being able to communicate is on account of how her vessel, this staff, was made. Only Clerics of specific alignment and intelligence could do so. I suppose that I fulfill those requirements. The main reason you couldn't hear her is because you're not a Cleric! It's this vessel that prevented you; not you yourself!"[/color]

Getting off of the bed, she crouched down and pulled her surrogate mother into a hug, [color=0E59E4]"Besides, we know that Melethia is a very headstrong girl. If she wanted to do something, it would be a hard thing to ignore. You're not a screw up, mum.... Even if you have multiple mistakes behind you; is not the point to keep trying? Only then will something good come out of the struggle. What matters isn't the past, it's the present. Dad wouldn't have changed if we only focused on his wrongdoings. I wouldn't learned anything if I only focused on what Bruiser did to me. And Mel wouldn't have been nearly this happy if she focused only on what was behind her. You need to do the same. Do you understand?"[/color]

 

[mcpop9]

"Well, I'll make sure not to hurt any of you group." Kura said and stood up, giving him the apron. Then she walked over to the prep table in the middle of the Kitchen and pulled out a scroll. It was white and had chopsticks on the side of it. She rolled out the scroll across the table and activated the seal in the middle. There was a great poof, the. A massive slab of lighter colored meat, roughly the size of an overturned smart car was sitting on a large plate."

"Please be careful with the preparation of this meat. As it is the meat of a massive white snake and is extremely hard to find this large. Nothing else will really satiate my hunger anymore. So are we cool?" The kunoichi asked, holding her fist out to the head imp to bump fists.

 

[bluecrimson]

Canteen
Devon returned after being brushed off and responded to Caim. "Well, I just found that I could feel the rhythm to a fight, you know? I mean, you've been in them yourself, and it would be surprising if you couldn't feel that near drumbeat that you can follow. It was a bit tiring to keep tapping into that, but while I could, it felt like I could use said rhythm to my advantage."

Outside the training room: Slindis, Teri, Garm

She kept on the ground, obviously mentally worn down. [color=c20000]"One of my only friends entrusted me to care for Sadei, and look at what good it did. She's stuck in there with no way out, and she hadn't even turned 2 when I last saw her in Eberron. Not to mention I was still supposed to ensure Mel wouldn't have to worry about fighting at all, Teri. And what good was that in the end? By any kind of standards, I've consistently failed to provide the life that Mel deserves... And what good is focusing on the present when all I can do is keep repeating the past?"[/color]

It was clear that Slindis held herself to higher standards than she ever would hold anyone else to. Considering what Teri knew about Slin's Mark, it may be that she saw any error to be proving those in her past that she deserved the infamous reputation the d'Tarkanan line had.

Kitchen

The imp nodded, still understandably a bit wary of someone that had introduced herself by kicking him. "We'll handle this well. Stay out there, and the food will be finished soon. Will that work?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

David

David corrected his holding of the bow and took aim at one of the targets, though the strain from pulling back the wire prevented him from getting a good shot.
"...Nah, this isn't going to work out...Mm....Hey, ever consider putting a scope on this? For longer ranged targets?" He said as he tapped where it'd be put as Melethia blew a target's head off.
"Nice! See, you're getting the hang of it. Clean up these guys and we'll get to moving targets."

Rugal

After Kura finished dealing with the Imps, Rugal got up and said "Right the Kura, While I most believe it's a given that we will be encountering Bison in the future, Don't make any brash moves without the rest of us. Even if the Bison I knew was a spineless coward, he's still a dangerous spineless coward. Bit of backup wouldn't hurt"
He then turned to Devon and said "And if you find any trace of Bison like you did last time, please let me know before you take any action. I'd rather not miss out this time."
He pulled out his PDA and got told the time.
"Mmmm...Wonder if they are done yet?..." He said before leaving the Canteen to check up on Teri and Slindis.
Rugal words made Kura wonder just what was that compete and utter demonic monster M. Bison doing right now...

Spoiler: MEANWHILE!

Santa Monica, Residence of Maximilian Christiansen

Code:
[color=6c1504]M Bison: 6c1504[/color]
Wesker: Grey
[color=b4b4]Cortex: B4b4[/color]
[color=004d]Dr. Doom: 004d[/color]
Max: Black

[color=6c1504]"-Y'all punk-ass ninjas can't wait to see the Ice break
Bailin through the hood with my chocolate rice cakes
15 ninjas in a row
Jumpin out the bushes with they tae kwon do, yo
I jumps in my stance fo' protection
Kickin off my coat like "The Chinese Connection"-"[/color] Bison sang to himself in the shower on this beautiful Morning as him and the other villains went about their daily routine.
Cortex was watching the news on the TV as Wesker was in the kitchen making himself a light breakfast (Namely nicking a Sandwich Max had made the day before).
"Morning Neo."
[color=b4b4]"Albert."[/color] the duo casually greeted each other as they sat down and watched CNN do a story on the Bombing in Boston.
*Mouth Full* "Any mention of us?" He asked as he munched on his ill-gotten goods.
[color=b4b4]"Christ, you've been asking that since we got here! I'm certain that if UNIT or the Rising Dawn come knocking on our Door, we'll be the first to know, NOT CNN."[/color]
"Alright, alright, geez...Kinda surprised they aren't looking for us though..."
[color=b4b4]"Yeah, most of these military groups don't bother checking the wreckage of a self destructing lab. Might throw a few more bombs in on top of it, but that's it."[/color] Cortex answered from personal experience.

The banter was interrupted by Bison walking past in one of his old Bathrobes from his days as an Emperor as well as one of the many hats he was able to save from the era.
[color=6c1504]"Morning."[/color]
"Morning Bison." The duo said in tandem as Bison went to raid the fridge.
*Mouth Full* "Before you ask, I took the foot-long."
[color=6c1504]"Dammit...What cereals do we have?"[/color]
"There's some Lucky Charms over the fridge."
[color=6c1504]"YES! YES!"[/color] Bison air-punched before he poured himself a bowl ans sat down on the sofa next to his partners in crime.
[color=b4b4]"Didn't use up all the hair conditioner did you? You know what Mizune is like about her hair."[/color]
[color=6c1504]"Pfffff, Please...that woman doesn't need it, Always covering her hair with that stupid hat..."[/color]
"...Isn't that what you do?..."
Bison slowly turned his head and gave Wesker a death glare, spoon still in his mouth.
"...Just saying..." He shrugged as the trio refocused on the TV.
[color=b4b4]"...Where's Doom?"[/color]

Cortex got his answer in the form of the sweet sounds of 8:45 : Doom falling down the stairs.
[color=004d]"OWFUCKJESUSSHITBASTARDRICHARDS!"[/color] The hapless villain cried as he hit the ground behind the sofa.
"Morning Doom." The trio said, not bothering to check and see if he was alright, the occurrence happening daily.
[color=004d]"...Morning..."[/color] He said as he picked himself up and cracked his neck and back.
It was then the weekly shopping run was done by none other then their land lord, Max.
He came in with a brown bag full of shopping and began to read off a list of remands from his "Tenants"
"Uhhhh...Plus White 5 Minute Teeth Whitening Gel for Bison, Rogaine Hair Restorer for Cortex, Youhurt for Doom-"
Before he could finish that sentence, Doom grabbed the bottle from his hand and was already downing it like some kind of addict.
"-And the rest is just food and things...Bruiser up yet?"
[color=b4b4]"Nah, Still sulking after what happened back at AIM."[/color]
"For real? Man, that guy hasn't moved or eaten since you guys showe-...Wesker, is that my sandwich?..."
*Mouth Full* "You're god demanded a tribute!"
"...*Sigh*...HEY, INUART! YOU GOT THE REST?!" Max shouted out the door to the Bard.

Just another day for our Villains...

 

[bluerocker]

Canteen

Caim nodded with interest at Devon's description of his new battle style, and answered, an approving expression on his face,

"It seems your musical affinities are starting to show through for more than just encouraging others.... This is good. Perhaps we can expand this into more techniques as your training goes on....You'll have to show me this battle style next time you and I train; so I might start coming up with ideas."

As he said this, he gave each of his sons a pat on the head,

"However, that will not be right this moment, unless you really want it to be. I understand the values of rest in training... But, do you have any other ideas on how this style could be implemented? Perhaps we could start planning ahead on what to work towards..."

Outside the training room: Slindis, Teri, Garm

Teri continued holding her mentor in an attempt to comfort her while she spoke, [color=0E59E4]"That's not true! You haven't constantly repeated the past! At least, with me and Dad you haven't... If anything, your influence is what made the both of us better people. If it weren't for you, Dad wouldn't even be 'Dad'. He'd still be the scary Cartel Lord: Rugal Bernstein. He told me on the boat back from AIM that he intended to return to us after he left. Now, at the time, I didn't even know he left at all; because I was off doing stuff myself. But; you gotta think that amounts to something that you aided in redeeming a man who was well on the path of destruction! YOU were his prime influence, Mom. I know you were. I can see it in the way he looks, er... At least used to, look at you! You are a shining example of what it means to grow and learn as a person; and you're pulling others along in that direction."[/color]

She paused for a moment, and continued, her voice less spirited this time, [color=0E59E4]"I can easily say the same for myself. Were it not for you; I would not have realized what purpose God had for me. It was YOU, Mom, who helped me find that! Because of you, I have a reason to live! You showed me how I can help in this world; and not just through combative skills. Because of these Clerical powers, I can do many new things; and help in several different ways! But if I never met you, I wouldn't have known that...

Furthermore, you talk about how Melethia is bent towards war; trust me, she could be so much worse. When Dad was shot by those missiles, her and I joined in rage that I thought wouldn't have ended till every last Angel pilot was dead. And it was you and Dad who calmed us down again. You keep her in check, Mom. Really. Please, I wish you could just see for yourself how much of a difference you've made to each of us! What do I have to do to make you understand that?"[/color]

She paused again, in a hope to collect her thoughts in a different approach, and ended with, [color=0E59E4]"Or, if this is about that mark... It doesn't define you. It doesn't define you any more than any other dragonmark defines anyone else. If it did, then why would the Silver Flame keep with you? You're a good, wonderful, kind person; Mom. You've just made some mistakes; like anyone else has. But you've come too far to give up now; right?"[/color]

 

[StormShaun]

Storm (and

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

).
Location: AA universe | Rising Dawn | Canteen.
Time: ???.

Storm quickly erased the look from his face by slurping up some more noodles.
It was the last batch and the bowl was empty, a couple of seconds later and Storm sighed.
"Is it me or is there no supplies on here?" He said to himself as he looked back to Jenny.

"Basically I was thinking about how Alpha my AI pal knows everything about me and can read me like a book, I don't know if it is a function or just her knowledge on me though. Also I was thinking about a ... few other things." Storm slowed down for the last words.

He decided to spill the beans.
"Thank you for the offer of help but ... one last thing. I do not believe we have met before, it might just be my memory which was effected by corruption a while back." Storm rubbed his head like it looked like he was sorry for being taken over.

 

[mcpop9]

Kura shrugged as she walked back. "If he's as powerful as you say he is, i'll need to start training soon. And this is my fight, not any of your's. I don't care what you people say, i will do this alone when the time comes." she said to him, and generally the entire room. Meanwhile, she sat down back a her table in the corner, waiting for the little imps to finish her snake meat.

Spoiler: IN SANTA MONICA

Mizune entered the shower. She began to wash herself and was enjoying the warm water flowing over her body. she reached for the hair conditioner. Her hand grabbed air. Reaching for it again, she grabbed air again.
Downstairs
The house shook with a shout from up stairs.

"BISON!" came mizune's voice down the staircase.

Then it was followed footsteps down the stairs. Standing there, still dripping wet. Max turned to complain about the floor getting wet, but was silenced with a simple glance from mizune. She came around to the front of the couch and was wearing a towel covering most of her body and had her trademark hat on.

She seemed rather angry when wesker spoke up.
"Is that hat attached to your he-..." he began and mizune glared at him, stopping him dead.

"Bison, i ask for one thing in this house, and that is to have my own conditioner and shampoo. and i have them. they're set on their own little shelf, by themselves and it's even labeled." she said and began to tap her foot angrily. "I need them because of my hair color. Pink isn't normally a natural color, so i need to get special conditioner for it. And it's expensive too, so you owe me a new bottle of the stuff." She said and walked away, around the couch.

But before the witch left, she stopped behind bison. "And here's what i think of your hairline that's in full retreat. The witch pushed off bison's hat, grabbed his cereal and dumped the bowl over his head.
"Prick..." she said walking back upstairs.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Jenny

Jenny turned red with embarresment at the fact that she never introduced herself to Storm.
"OH MY GOD! Ah, Sorry. My Name is Jenny, I'm what you can consider the ship's Therapist. Pleased to meet you." She said, faceplamming slightly.
"Well...If you ever need someone to talk to, you or Alpha, I'm always here." She said as she tried to get back on the right foot.
"As for the Supplies, there should be some more in the cargo hold, I know that we were in another realm for a while, but I don't think we are in dire need of a resupply...yet..." She said, not really sure what state their supplies were in.

Spoiler: IN SANTA MONICA

Santa Monica, Residence of Maximilian Christiansen

Code:
[color=6c1504]M Bison: 6c1504[/color]
Wesker: Grey
[color=b4b4]Cortex: B4b4[/color]
[color=004d]Dr. Doom: 004d[/color]
Max: Black

Bison blinked hard in disbelief at what the hell just happened as Mizune stormed off.
"...Well, Colored hair is higher maintenance..." Wesker agreed, still wondering if that was a hat or if it was attached to her head.
[color=b4b4]"Eh, I wouldn't know..."[/color] Cortex answered as he read the labels on his hair product.
"...And what is that supposed to mean?..."
[color=b4b4]"Wait...That isn't bleached?..."[/color]
"NO! Just Gel!"
[color=b4b4]"Ohhhhh...So that's your natural color?"[/color]
Bison meanwhile was shaking in anger as cereal and milk was all in his hair and on his Empire era bathrobe.
"....I'll...go out and help Inuart...LATER!" Max said before sprinting out of harms way, shutting the front door behind him.
He looked at the bard with the shopping and asked "How do you deal with them!?"

Bison's head began to twitch as Doom laid the last straw that broke the camels back.
[color=004d]"...Hey, Transformer Lady was right. It is receding!"[/color]
[color=6c1504]"...I am going to violently murder that woman now."[/color] He calmly said instead of usually screaming bloody vengeance from the top of his lungs before marching up the stairs after her, feeling like strangling her in her room.
[color=004d]"HEY! CAN DOOM HAVE YOUR LUCKY CHARMS!?...He'll take that as a yes..."[/color] Doom happily said before taking what was left of the bowl and pouring his yogurt on it before changing the channel to Adventure Time.

Once he was outside her room, he warped himself though the locked door and went to strike her in the back of the head.

 

[bluecrimson]

Canteen


Devon nodded. "I was really looking at it the wrong way before, after all. It was really all on them for helping me see. As for changes? I'd have to see in an actual fight, although it does wear someone out afterwards."

It was around this time that the imps arrived with the meat cooked just the way Kura had wanted it.

Outside the training room: Slindis, Teri, Garm

Slindis leaned in and held Teri tightly. [color=c20000]"Thank you... I've just seen a lot today, and even if it doesn't seem like it, what you just said means a lot to me."[/color]

Simple shooting range

Melethia thought about it for a moment as her handling of the gun gradually got a bit better. "Well, I could, but would an arrow that contained a lot of water in the head be something useful? I mean, I think it could snuff out lamps or short out electrical systems..."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Outside the training room: Slindis, Teri, Garm, Rugal

It was around this time that Rugal arrived on the scene and saw Slindis and Teri hugging each other (Least their fields were).
Even without his sight, he found it a heartwarming scene, glad that after all the pain she had unearthed, she was having a good time for once.
"I take it this talk went well then?" He coyly asked as he made his arrival known.

Simple shooting range

David pondered this as he switched the targets to moving.
"Headshots are extra, but go for body-shots rather then miss. Goal is to land a hit and train your aim, taking people down with a single shot comes later." He said as he thought about her arrow ideas.
"...If you really want to make it useful, set it so it can contain water, but use some of that acid of yours instead. Or maybe some Liquid Nitrogen? Plastic explosive. Hell, even some sticks of Dynamite duct-taped onto an Arrow. The possibilities are endless..." He said, recalling his old Hawkeye and Green Arrow comics.

 

[bluerocker]

Outside the training room: Slindis, Teri, Garm, Rugal

[color=c22000]"Thank you... I've just seen a lot today, and even if it doesn't seem like it, what you just said means a lot to me."[/color]
"I take it this talk went well then?"

Teri gave Slindis a squeeze back, [color=0E59E4]"Anytime, Mum. And don't be afraid to talk to any of us, okay? That's what family's for... As for Sadei, as I mentioned before, she's only a little peeved that she was thrown in the bag. Otherwise, she's a bit curious about who you are; as well as her memories being a bit fuzzy. I'm sure you could talk to her some more, provided I held the staff. She'd like the conversation."[/color]

Her brow creased a little at the mention of Slindis' training, [color=0E59E4]"However, I wish you had mention seeing some nasty stuff during training, and I would have saved this questioning for later. I really had no idea what was going on aside from Dimitri dealing with that lich. I'm really sorry about making today especially strenuous..."[/color]

And this was when she realized that her father was awaiting a response. With a little wobble, as she was still tired from the exertion of her Author powers, she gave a little wave to Rugal as Garm helped Slindis off the floor, [color=0E59E4]"Yeah, I think things went well. Kinda wish I had a better sense of time though..."[/color]

Canteen

Caim nodded at the assessment, a michevious smirk appearing as the PDA continued for him,

"As I said, it's good to hear; and I'll be putting this style of yours to the test next time we train. I am glad my trust could be placed in my sons while I was away. Who else will whip you into shape?"

He shook with silent laughter at this; the Cuties not minding the jostling in the least.

After the conversation with Kura ended, Angelus wandered to Jenny and reclined where she was moments ago by the Pokemon's side, and added in on the conversation,

"We've two AIs already on upkeep of the ship. If we were running low on supplies, they'd be the first to let us know. Isn't that right, Dimitri?"

A kindly, but somewhat posh sounding voice entered over the intercom; [color=3897E0]

"Why yes, User: Angelus. As Ms. Vermilion watches over the flight controls of the ship, I typically tend to the upkeep of this place. I assure you, User: Storm, there is no need for concern unless said otherwise."

[/color]

Spoiler: Santa Monica

Santa Monica, Residence of Maximilian Christiansen
Inuart: Indian red

Upon hearing Max's call for the groceries, Inuart shouted back, "ONE MOMENT MAXIMILIAN, I'VE ALMOST GOT THE LAST- oh... One. Ah, well, since you're here, would you kindly grab that last one? It's been a devil to get a hold of."

From what Max could see, the serum empowered bard was trying to grab every last bag left in the car; including the dog food for Ammy. However, despite his strength; there was just too many bags to get a hold of. As Max helped him with the last one and asked his question, Inuart gave a small laugh, and shook his head,

"I vastly prefer them to the companions I used to travel with. A mute sociopath who only cared about murder, a high and mighty dragon; a woman who lead me on for several years and a priest who never shut his trap about the apocalypse... Yes, I prefer this group of clowns. No matter, Ammy needs her treats; and the dictators their snacks. And if you would, please, open the door?"

Ah, there it was again. For as helpful as Inuart was around the house, Max also noticed that Inuart was about as pensive as Bruiser when it came to things that reminded him of his past. What the hell happened to that guy anyway?