Living Room(#4317R)
The small foyer by the front door opens into the main room of the house, which
has apparently been designated as a den. Quite good-sized, it's about 20'x30',
leaving plenty of room for the bookcases, table, desks, and chairs that litter
the place.
The bookcases alone are probably the most notable feature. While most places
have paintings hanging from the wall, with the large bookcases occupying the wall
space, there's little room left for portraits. Only the west wall, with its large
picture window, is free of the items. A cursory inspection reveals a mix between
scholarly texts (books on physics and archaeology, encyclopedias, etc.) and
frivolous items (comic books, graphic novels, etc.)
Everything else is sadly pedestrian, really. Just rather generic (if
comfortable) furniture, although the wide-screen TV is a nice touch. Two doors on
the north wall lead to the bedroom and his laboratory, respectively, while doors
on the east wall lead to the garage and cellar. The kitchen, adjacent to the
living room, is rather undersized for the house, but contains all the essential
appliances.
[Exits : Back (Y)ard, (O)ut the front door, (C)ellar, (B)edroom, and (La)b ]
[Sleepers: Hardsuit Red(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
>Hardsuit Red wakes up.
>Rachel arrives from the bedroom.
>Rachel comes padding out of your bedroom, with a soft smile on her face.
>Ryan is in the kitchen, fixing himself some dinner. Spaghetti-o's! Out of the
can!
>Rachel comes up behind you and snugs you around the waist. "Hi."
>Ryan erps, being caught by surprise. "Hiyah!"
>Rachel laughs, and steps back from you, grinning.
>Ryan mentions, the usual smirk on his face, "Forgot to ask if you wanted
anything."
>Rachel says, "You would've had to wake me up. You're forgiven."
>Ryan says, "Have a point there." He hold out the can. "Want some?" At least he
managed to heat them up first.
>Rachel peers at it, then breaks into a slightly silly grin. "I haven't had
those in years! Sure!"
>Ryan exclaims, "Bon appetit!"
>Rachel says, "Staple of the menu, in a household with three Army brats fending
for themselves when Daddy's working late."
>Ryan smirks, and says, half-jokingly, "Have beefaroni too, if you're in the mood
for gourmet quisine later."
>Rachel gives you a low whistle, and grins at you, saying, "Whew, you really know
how to go all out to impress a girl." She laughs, but smiles through it -- it's
clearly a good-natured tease, not meant to sting.
>Ryan says, "There's more where that came from, if you're still hungry..." He
chuckles a moment, then mentions, more seriously, "Haven't had a chance to pick
up much to eat. Remind me to go grocery shopping."
>Rachel asks, "Hey, Ryan?"
>Ryan hmms?
>Rachel grins. "Go grocery shopping." She holds her face deadpan for a few
seconds, then begins laughing.
>Ryan stands there a moment, as the joke starts to register. He doesn't break out
laughing, although his smirk gets a bit wider. "Ha ha ha."
>Rachel goes from laughing to outright giggling, and flips a spoonful of
Spagetti-O's at you. With her characteristic deadly aim, it strikes you directly
on the nose. ^_-
>Ryan wipes them off with his finger, and pops the pasta rings in his mouth u.u
>Rachel breaks into even more uproarious giggling as she watches her 'shot' hit
the target, and then your reaction to it.
>Rachel comes to a stop, half bent over, clutching her sides as she gasps to
recover her breath, interspersed with little fits of stray giggles. "Dear
Lord... ... I haven't laughed that hard... ... in... ... I don't know _how_ long..."
>Ryan says, smile still on his pasta-smeared face, "Having fun?"
>Rachel nods, taking another deep breath.
>Ryan steps over to the sink to fetch a washcloth. "Nice to have a break from
things, isn't it?" Of course, he's not one to talk; he doesn't exactly have a
normal job.
>Rachel nods. "You know what one of the things I like about hanging out with you
is? You make me feel like I can just let go and be myself, and not worry for
awhile. I need that."
>Ryan pontificates (wow, big word), "Way I see things, what's the point of being
alive if you can't have fun doing it?"
>Rachel says, "Sometimes I need to be reminded of that."
>Ryan nods. "I mean, look at Lyrae, or Cloud... they're quiet, and moping, and
all sorts of dark stuff half the time. I can kinda see their reasons, but it all
seems kinda pointless..."
>Rachel says, "I need a shower. See you in a few."
>Rachel leaves the room, and in a minute you hear the shower running. A few
minutes later, after the water stops, Rachel comes back, wearing one of her
sweater outfits and toweling off her still-damp hair. One good thing about her
hairstyle -- it's _very_ low-maintenance.
>Ryan probably spends more time working on his hair, now that you mention it. Not
that he'd admit it.
>Maruah simply appears. There is no outrushing 'pop' of air, nor is there any
grand (or puny) special effects that accompany her appearance. She is simply no
longer numbered among the missing.
>But, with the accompanying sudden appearance is a slight flare of blueness
around the person now available to view. Maruah is dressed in quite the different
fashion from ever been seen on her body.
>Ryan blinks, glancing over at the incoming, nearly dropping his hot can of
beefaroni (the Spaghetti-O's weren't enough). "What the...?"
>l mar
Maruah
Wicked eyes... sharp blue overlaying the natural gold and causing an unpleasant
looking mix. This is not the delightfully bouncy Maruah, but one that is
seemingly possessed by some other nature. Her mouth is uplifted to a knowing
smirk at almost all times, and she studies what surrounds her with an eye looking
for that certain something. Her ears perk alertly out of a shock of red hair,
pointed and tipped in black like the vixen whose features she echos. The style of
her hair is kept trimmed to frame her face and head with the same chin-length
cut. Except for a single, flowing cascade under the back of her hair, which is
kept braided and falls to her waist.
There is a form fitting body suit-style armor under all her clothing. But above
it lies certain other elements. A dusty-gray shirt hangs loosely from her frame,
tucked slightly into the soft pair of durable black pants. Both items of clothing
leave freedom of movement a blissful ease. A belt to hold small items has been
put to use at her waist; a dagger, whip and various other usefull stuff are
depending from it. Leather boots of a flatter shade of black than the pants
adorn her feet. Over all, there is a knee length, deep brown duster coat. This
is allowed to trail loose with only two restraints; a few of the mid-section
buttons, and the loop of a back slung sheath that stores a sword when not in use.
The sword might catch the attention of no few people; it is the very same as the
demon hunter Foil was seen to use, and more recently have -been-. Certainly, some
elements of Maruah's posture such might just suggest to the eye that... could she
-be- him?
Carrying:
Packbell's Head, and Kinu-Batsu Kami
>Maruah (OOC) will now note; if you have the power to currently see through
illusion; the sword is -not- even a representation of Foil. c.c That will change
later, but for now, it only looks like 'Foil' through a rather good illusion.
>Ryan (OOC) has zero mystic ability, so the ruse will work nicely
>Rachel (OOC) has no such capability, other than being very sharp and observant,
if that helps at all.
>Ryan asks, with no real point behind it, "Maruah?" The question, of course, is
rethorical
>Rachel regards the new arrival appraisingly, unsure of the significance of the
changes in her appearance.
>Maruah says, "(OOC) Only inside the hardsuit, really. It doesn't affect cameras
and radar and such things like that, if it's used in the hardsuit."
>Maruah smiles in amusment at Ryan's suprised reaction, "Hello, Ryan." she says
familiarly, more calmly than has been credited before. She turns to look around
the room once before answering Ryan's question. "...If you say so."
>Ryan blinks a second, before noticing the sword. "...?" He shakes his head, then
comments, "Apparently the mission worked..."
>Rachel says, "(OOC) Unfortunately for me, I'm not in my suit right now. Only my
normal human senses to rely on."
>Maruah (OOC) goods. ^_-
>Maruah's smile turns into a casual smirk. She chuckles lightly, a far cry from
the hyper giggle she uses normally, "My mission? It's only just begun." With that
said, she inhales a deep, satisfied breath.
>Ryan blinks again, raising an eyebrow. "Eh?"
>Rachel tenses a little. She clearly didn't like the sound of that.
>Maruah fixes her attention on Ryan, then Rachel. She raises her hand in a
reassuring gesture, "You have nothing to fear... so long as you stay out of my
way." The sword is in her hand a few moments later, having been smoothly
withdrawn from the sheath. She gives it a warm, loving look, pressing her
fingers onto the flat and running along the length, "They... will all die. And I
will use a Shin in just such the way I was used... Only a fitting revenge for
what has been done to me."
>Rachel mumbles, "Foil" to Rachel.
>Ryan narrows his eyes, setting his pasta meal aside on the counter. He glances
at Rachel, with that 'something's rotten in Denmark' type of glance. Turning back
to 'Foil', he mentions, "Woah, slow down there, you just go back, right? Why not
take some time to rest and relax first, hmm?"
>Rachel . o O ( Can this be...? )
>Ryan . o O ( Something's fishy... Foil's a bit... um... driven, but he wasn't
THAT bad before... )
>Rachel . o O ( And if it IS possible, Foil's not smart enough to pull this
off... or, at least, not _subtle_ enough... )
>Maruah (OOC) grins, "Actually, he does seem to be this bad at the moment, that's
the funny thing. Only thing is, he can't do anything about his fustration. n.n"
>Ryan (OOC) Well, Ryan hasn't seen him in weeks ICly, even before he got captured
n.n;
>Maruah (OOC) nodnods. n.n That's what all the careful Evil Plans are for. :D
>Rachel smiles at 'Foil'. "I'm glad to see you back. I missed you."
>Maruah laughs outright this time. "If I wait, then they will have longer to find
out I can act!" she levels her gaze to Ryan, "I've only taken this small amount
of time to let you know that I am 'safe' and 'well'... This little Shen brat was
so worried that she was gonna get caught." Ego smirk, here... implying the unsaid
that 'Maruah was right about that'. She looks at Rachel, "Heh..." is all she
comments to Rachel. Sorta hard to say if she's acting the skeptical or amused at
Rachel's comment.
>Ryan narrows his eyes... even so, he keeps the usual arrogant smirk on his face.
"Well, mind if I speak to Maruah? I want to know how the trip went..."
>Maruah turns her own smirk to a knowing smile, "What's the point? She's gonna
die like all the rest of them. And besides, you can see how it went right now."
her eyes flicker over the room again, as if searching for someone that is most
obviously not there.
>Rachel asks, "Well, if you're going to go after them, don't forget what I said.
Remember, when I showed you my gun in the bar that afternoon when we were all
talking?"
>Ryan chuckles a moment. It's an odd gesture, actually, considering the
cicumstances. Then, rather suddenly, Ryan's whole demeanor changes; his chuckling
ceases, his face turns to a flat mask, and he adopts a defensive stance, left leg
first. Saying, in a to-the-point tone of voice, "I don't care who you are...
Foil, no Foil... but I'm not about about to let you murder someone, even a demon.
Have I made myself clear?"
>Rachel grins at 'Foil'.
>Rachel's grin came before Ryan's pose. *^_^*
>Ryan assumes as much n.n;
>Maruah says, "(OOC) Thanks, Ryan, that's a convienent distraction from Rachel's
comment! :D"
>Rachel (OOC) SWATS Ryan!
>Ryan (OOC) ows! @.;
>Ryan runs his fingers through his hair, relaxing slightly. "And I'm not about to
mess up my new house, yo? Look, I'm sure staying with the demons wasn't exactly a
vacation, but lets talk about it first, eh?"
>Rachel looks at Ryan, with an expression of surprise. And maybe a tiny
momentary glare hidden in there somewhere?
>Ryan says, with a smile of all things, "Want something to drink? Coke?"
>Maruah seemed indeed about to answer Rachel with some fabrication. But... at
Ryan's distraction, she turns her attention to the matter she can better deal
with. "Like I said, Ryan. You don't stand in my way, and you won't get hurt. Step
in it, and I won't stop to regret putting you out of it." She doesn't elaborate
on permanently or no. To the following questions, she gives an annoyed shake of
her head in negation, "No, I got work to do.... a few matters to catch up on."
she smiles, then turns, making the gesture look as if she were about to depart,
"Oh... and let Kim and Lyrae know I'm all right, will ya? I don't want them to be
worrying about me." The sword is returned to its sheath on her back, but she
doesn't remove her hand from the hilt, as if seeking comfort from it.
>Ryan replies again, in the same matter-of-fact tone he used before, "You're not
leaving this house with that attitude, comprende?" Some of Ryan's best friends
are shen! "Maybe once you calm down a little... but not just yet, yo? Now, want
that coke or not?"
>Maruah hmns, "No...." she throws Ryan a look over her shoulder, "I can leave
this place if I want to, Ryan... and who's gonna stop me? I didn't exactly have
to use the front door to get in here, remember?"
>Ryan (OOC) elaborates on Ryan's motives here. First off... Ryan likes fighting
mind you, but he isn't a murderer, and dislikes people who kill. That was one of
his complaints against Foil in the first place. Second of all, he really dislikes
being threatened, like Maruah did just now. Gets him riled up. Thirdly, Foil
usually (as far as Ryan knows...) isn't this bloodthirsty... he's much more
careful then that, like the way he trained Ryan before the fight with Harken. All
these put together makes Ryan a -teeny- bit suspicious n.n
>Maruah (OOC) understands completely. n.n
>Ryan says, to the point, "Then go right ahead. Just don't expect any quarter if
I see you again." He pauses to rub his chin. "Sheesh, do you prefer Pepsi or
something?"
>Maruah says, "(OOC) Maruah's only got a few encounters with Foil's bad and
insulting side under her belt.. hence her potrayal is a mix of him and what she's
seen Harken do... plus about non stop US movie watching. :P"
>Maruah Callahan? ^_-
>Maruah says, "(OOC) Don't even... I've been thinking of having Vincent
paraphrase the Dirty Harry movies on occasion, 'cause he slept through that
entire era... he wouldn't know any better. ;)"
>Ryan (OOC) just tries to get into Ryan's head, that's all. I'm not exactly like
this IRL, you know n.n
>Rachel says, "(OOC) You're not? ^_-"
>Maruah (OOC) snickers, "I know... I try to get into Vincent's head like that.
n.n"
>Ryan (OOC) I'm sweet, and sensitive, and cultured... u.u
>Maruah says, "(OOC) Unfortunately, there are some points of my personality that
can be common to Vincent's apparent one. c.c;"
>Ryan says, "Well, going to be staying, or going to be leaving? Up to you. Just
don't mess up the furniture."
>Rachel says, "(OOC) And I'm not a control freak. (Well, not as bad as Rachel,
at least. *^_^*) I just play one online. ^_-"
>Maruah merely smiles, "I would love to stay for a drink, but I've got work to
do." she pauses, "That reminds me, don't go drinking the water. It's got a bad
mix in it, courtesy of our friendly, neighborhood Shen."
>Ryan says, in his usual half-joking tone, oddly enough, "Staying up there
must've really messed you over, didn't it, Foil? You're usually a lot smarter
then that. Last thing I'd expect you to do would be to walk out the door and
start offing demons without any preparation. Just doesn't seem like you." A smile
crosses his face. "Of course, there's always the fact that you might not be Foil,
hmm?" Ryan's currently suspecting that the Metal Demons may have been able to
replicate the process that made Foil; not quite accurate, but that assumption
still supports his 'this isn't Foil' theory.
>Rachel . o O ( Oh sh-t, Ryan, confront the crazy with the sword while we're
unarmed, why don't you...? )
>Ryan isn't unarmed, Rachel. At least, not in the conventional sense. He does
kinda wish you'd inch over to the lab and grab a gun or something, though.
>Maruah grins in reply, showing off a set of sharp canines, "Who says I wasn't
prepared? I've had a lot of free time on my hands lately." That's certainly true
enough. "I can't convince you, and I ain't even gonna bother trying. You'll see
the results of my plans soon enough."
>Ryan mmm-hmms. "Well, go run along then, hmm? Have fun killing shen." The smirk
drops off his face. "But don't think for a moment I believe you're Foil. At
least... not the Foil I know."
>Maruah drops the grin for a more amused, yet serious look, "Think what you want,
Ryan. As I said, I've had a lot of free time just hanging around on Harken's
wall. I might not be the Foil you knew. But I am the Foil you're gonna have to
deal with."
>Ryan shrugs. "Whatever. Like I said, run along, have fun killing people. I'll
have fun stopping you." He rubs the bridge of his nose. "Are you SURE you don't
want that soda?"
>Rachel just watches and listens...
>Maruah grins, "I'm not killing people, I'm killing Shen. If the people get in my
way, it's their own damn fault." she turns away again, "Ciao. Maybe I'll take you
up on that offer for a drink sometime. But not now." Still, that hand hasn't been
removed from the sword; though the grip is more lightly placed, than battle
ready. Still seeking comfort from its presence, perhaps? She's only there for an
instant more, before vanishing and leaving for real, this time.
>Ryan crosses his arms, any pretense of humor or familiarity long gone. "..." He
inhales, then says, "... Well, this can't be good."
>Maruah (OOC) wants to stick around and see what's said, if you don't mind? Not
ICly, just OOCly.
>Ryan (OOC) No biggie
>Rachel waits for the visitor to leave, then turns to Ryan. "What's your take on
all that?"
>Ryan reaches up to rub his chin. "My take? In short... I don't think that was
Foil. Hell, I'm not even sure if that was Maruah..." He shakes his head, then
continues. "For all i know, it might've been Foil, but if it was, he's still a
threat now."
>Rachel nods. "I concur. Low probability that it was really Foil. Who it
_really_ was I'm not certain. Possibly one of the Quarter Knights controlling
Maruah's body?"
>Ryan hmms. "Possibly... I don't doubt that they have Foil; judging from what
he's told me before, they were looking for him as it is; his absence confirms
he's in trouble -somewhere-. But if the metal demons do have him, what's to
keeping them from replicating him? Or something similar... these are the people
who put that... stuff in the water."
>Rachel nods.
>Ryan taps his chin. "My suspicion is... they found Maruah out when she tried to
snatch Foil, and used her to try to trick us. Didn't work, but it's the most
likely option."
>Rachel says, "That's part of why I favored taking a larger force up there. Less
chance for our team to be suborned without our knowledge."
>Ryan sighs. "Well, it's a crisis situation now. We can assume that Foil is still
captive, -and- Maruah... or whatever is controlling her... is aware that we're
out to get them. Doesn't bode well."
>Maruah says, "(OOC) You know, this is so much fuuuun. n.n"
>Rachel says, "No, it doesn't bode well at all. Our situation is deteriorating
faster and faster. We need to make a plan and execute it while we still can."
>Ryan says, "This leaves two things left to do... find a way into Nova
Pandemonium - with a spaceship now, I'm not trusting being taken in by a metal
demon - and tracking down Maruah, or whoever that was, to make sure they don't do
something harmful." On that note, he walks over to his phone, and gives Vincent a
speed-dial. This isn't Ryan's cell phone for once; luckily, he has a
speakerphone, too.
>In a page-pose to Rachel and you, Vincent's quick to pick up and answer, "Yes?"
>You page, "Hiyah. Maruah showed up again... (and you have a puppet here, why not
just spoof?)" to Rachel and Vincent.
>Maruah says, "(OOC) 'Cause Pikachu's in Vincent's lap. :P Gotta pose on this
side anyway... aw, what the heck. n.n"
>Vincent's voice responds with an added note of interest, "Did she find Foil?"
>Ryan says, "That... is up for debate. As of now, consider Maruah a threat, until
further notice."
>Rachel says, "I'll second that opinion, Vincent."
>The very frown this comment garners can be heard in Vincent's tone, "What
happened?"
>Ryan says, "Maruah appeared carrying Foil's sword... or appeard to, at least.
However, judging from her mannerisms, Foil has either gone WAY off the deep end,
or someone else is in control. She claimed that she was going to murder all the
'shen', and outright threatened me when I questeioned her motives."
>Rachel says, "My assessment is that she was doing a moderately-convincing job of
acting like she's been taken over by Foil. I theorize it's someone else in her
driver's seat, possibly one of the Quarter Knights. And what Ryan just decribed
of her actions is accurate."
>There is a pause before Vincent responds, "I cannot say I know either Maruah or
Foil." he finally answers, "If Maruah was carrying Foil's sword... then she was
carrying Foil himself. Would there be reason to believe that Foil has gone
insane?"
>Rachel says, "We have no positive proof that was really Foil's sword. It merely
appeared to be."
>Ryan says, "That's a possibility. However, another likely possibility is that
Maruah's plan was found out, and a substitute 'Foil' was made. I wouldn't put it
past them... they did manage to drop that... stuff in the water. In either case,
it would be dangerous to deal with her until we can find out more."
>"I see." another pause and then, "If I find anything, I will let you know." As
always. Maybe, just maybe in the background on Vincent's side can be heard a soft
"Pika..." But then again, maybe not, "Is there anything else you can think to
tell me that would be of help?"
>Ryan hmms. "If we do run into Maruah again, I recommend against lethal force...
the possibility of control, by either an insane Foil, or a higher-ranking demon
is just too high. And try to let everyone else know, too; I might not reach them
before Maruah does."
>( Vincent replies, "I understand; I will not shoot to kill." How nice of him. "I
will speak to those I can reach, when I find them." )
>Ryan says, "Of course, I'll contact Cloud, Lyrae, and everyone else too, as soon
as I can." There's a pause as he raps his fingers on the table by the phone. "We
may still need to find a way into Nova Pandemonium... I'd rather avoid having a
demon take us in now, for obvious reasons, so we'll need to find a ship. Leave
that to me, for now."
>"I will." he pauses, then... "The woman at Hunter Armaments appeared to have
suitably high tech weaponry..." Detecting a note of disapproval? "Perhaps she
will be able to shed some light on the availability of such a ship.
>Ryan hmms. "If she does, I'd HAVE to see her warehouse." He chuckles a moment,
then returns to seriousness. "I can get one by the beginning of next month, but
that'd be way too long... let me know if there's any faster leads."
>"Very well. Will that be all?" comes Vincent's response.
>Ryan says, "Unless there's anything of note on your end, yup."
>Rachel says, "I think that covers it, yes."
>Nothing except a listening metal demon. Juuuust kidding. o/~ "No, I have nothing
to note. Have a good evening, Ryan. I will call if anything comes up."
>Oh and... *click* Dial tone.
>Ryan hangs up on this end. He sighs again, and mentions, "Certainly a way to set
your evening off right, hmm...? Blech."
>Rachel says, "I knew it couldn't last."
>Ryan grits his teeth. "Should've remembered to plant a tracking device on her.
Stupid, stupid Ryan." >.<
>Rachel says, "Too late to worry about that now."
>Ryan sighs. "Yup..." He pauses a moment, then continues, "We'll probably have a
day or two of respite, assuming Maruah doesn't try something immediately. Lyrae
and Cloud have ways of contacting me in an emergency, so we'll hear about it. As
for Foil... we won't be able to get a ship for a while, so that will have to be
pushed back..."
>Rachel asks, "No way to get one sooner?"
>Ryan says, "Not that I know of. Penny... remember that girl from the story last
night? She has one, but she's loathe to lend it out without good reason. Don't
exactly BLAME her, damn thing cost a fortune."
>Maruah (OOC) waves out. n.n
>Rachel says, "Won't be worth much to her if these things wipe out human life."
>Ryan (OOC) See ya
>Rachel (OOC) waves.
>Maruah has left.
>Ryan nods, and continues, "It'll take a week or two to prep anyway... I can give
her the call now, but she'll be asking for cash up front. I've been liquidating
the metals slowly to avoid flooding the market."
>Ryan exhales. "I'll give her a call tomorrow... Hell, if we find a ship before
then, I'll fund a trip to Mars or something." u.u;
>In a page-pose to Rachel and you, Eden knocks at the door.
>You page-pose, "Ryan walks over to the door and opens the lock, swinging it
open. "Eden?"" to Eden and Rachel
>Eden steps in from the yard.
>Eden stands at the door...and Kigou got blocked out.
>Ryan smiles, it's a bit weak. "I was about to give you a call..." And just have
him tel in
>Kigou has arrived.
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Any reason why you two are here?"
>Eden stands at the door, clearly excited. And yes, it _is_ Eden. "Is Rachel
here?"
>l eden
Eden
This girl stands off to one side of the gathering, demurely, not
quite timidly. She is young, no more than 17 or 18, and stands some
157cm(5'2"). Her hair, which falls thick and straight down her back
almost to her knees, is light brown and her distant, guarded eyes are
the blue of faded denim. She has a certain presence, an aura almost,
an impression of helplessness and of stricken innocence. She watches
what is happening around her, looks at the people nearby, but she keeps
a distance from it all, whether physical or metaphorical, seeming
always the outsider.
Eden is currently dressed very simply, in a long-sleeved white T-
shirt, dark grey pants, and simple white canvas shoes. The clothes are
loose-fitting, comfortable-looking, but not so much that they
completely obscure her slim but relatively generous figure, or her
precise grace of movement. She seems a young angel, a point of purity
trapped among shadows.
Carrying:
Gold Bracelet
>Ryan blinks. "...? Um, yeah, she's here. Why do you ask?"
>She's asking because she just won the Clearing House Sweepstakes *AND* the
Lottery! ^_^
>Ryan (OOC) c.c
>Eden (OOC) grumbles.
>Ryan (OOC) Can I borrow a million? n.n
>Kigou (OOC) wants to be in Eden's will! o.o
>Eden smiles brightly. "Because I just found out something."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. Ryan had (has?) news of his own, but it can wait
a moment. "Oh?"
>Eden holds up her bracelet before her, around her wrist. "It worked!"
>Ryan points at the bracelet. "You mean the materia?"
>Eden nods. "Right!"
>Ryan blinks, and rubs the back of his neck. "Go figure. Now I really need to get
me one of those things."
>Eden says, "If you want.....thank you, though!" She hugs Ryan enthusiastically.
>Ryan blinks, but accepts the hug with a smile. "Thanks..."
>Kigou remains leaning against a nearby wall, smiling as he watches. This is a
side of Eden he rarely sees. ^_^ Actually, never really saw. o.o
>Eden says, "I'm....it's really true....."
>Ryan is kind of baffled, too, but hey, he's not one to complin about a happy
lady. "What's true?"
>Eden says, "I'm alive!"
>Kigou (OOC) gets Pinnochio flashbacks. x.x
>Ryan nods and smiles. "Oh, gotcha." ^_^ ... ... ... "Come again?"
>Eden says, "I mean...." She stops, realizing Ryan didn't know. "I'm....not
human."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Are you a vampire or something?" o.o;
>Eden shakes her head quickly. "No, I'm a Boomer."
>Ryan nods, then runs that through his head. He finally spits out, "Android?"
>Eden nods. "Right. 33-S." She grins. "And I've always thought I was...just a
machine."
>Ryan ponders that a bit, then smiles. "Never even guessed." He chuckles, then
taps his chin. "Does explain a lot, though..."
>Eden blinks. "It does?"
>Ryan shakes his head. "Never mind, not important. I never even thought an
android could do magic, it's quite fascinating! Rachel mentioned something about
them using biological components in Boomers... maybe that's the reason? At the
very least, it means you have a human mind!" He thinking out loud now, don't mind
him.
>Eden nods...."My construction is very much biological, yes....it has to be, if
I'm going to pass for human."
>Ryan says with a smile, "it worked rather well, if I say so. You're quite the
woman."
>Eden falters at that, unsure how to respond, and smiles. "Thank you...."
>Ryan rubs his chin, and absent-mindedly mentions, "This is what you get when you
have men making their own women, I guess."
>Eden asks softly, "What do you mean?"
>Ryan blinks, unawares that he was speaking out loud. He says, to the point, "If
you were going to make a person... well, if I were, at least... you'd make them
to be mighty pleasing to the eye, right? Seems that's what they did."
>Eden nods. "That's why I was designed."
>Ryan appends, "It's a complement. I think." ^_^ "Well, how does it feel,
knowing you're an actual person?" Ryan's taking this rather well, but then again,
he's had some very weird friends in the past.
>Eden stops at that, considering. "It's......I don't know....it's new."
>Ryan smiles. "Enjoy it, I guess." He rubs his chin, and heads towards the
kitchen; whatever he was going to tell you before has long since been forgotten.
"Of course, you know, humanity is a relative concept."
>Eden looks confused again at that. "What do you mean?"
>Ryan walks back out with two cans of cola. "Well, look at me... as far as I
knew, you were a human. i mean, literally, biologically, y'know? If I never found
out otherwise, how would you be different from a 'normal' person in my eyes?" He
holds a can of soda out to you, offering it.
>Eden nods, and takes the can. "I'm not human, no. But....I'm a person now..."
>Ryan opens his can, and takes a sip. "That's not quite what I mean. Think about
your average pedestrian on the street... I bet every last one of them thinks of
you as a person. Just the fact you even had to question your life vaidates
your... um... 'personness'."
>Eden says, "I never questioned it until recently. When some friends of mine told
me I was."
>Rachel nods.
>Ryan smiles, and adds, "Compared to some of the people I've met, you're pretty
normal. And a lot cuter than most of 'em."
>Rachel smiles. "Congratulations, Eden. I'm glad you're finally convinced of
what I tried to tell you."
>Eden opens her can, as if just remembering it. "I guess I have been
since......about four years, and I never suspected it."
>Ryan chuckles. "Most people don't go around questioning their'personhood'. Just
kinda taken for granted n.n;"
>Eden nods. "I took it for granted that I was not."
>Ryan laughs. Not really loudly, but definately sincerely. "Now you can take it
for granted that you are." ^_^
>Eden nods, looking thoughtful again.
>Eden steps over to hug Rachel tightly as well.
>Ryan chuckles a little bit. Of course, his mood will be hurt a tad when he
finally gets his hands on a materia and can't get it to work for the life of him,
but that comes later.
>Rachel returns the hug, looking a little surprised at the very first but getting
over it quickly. "Congratulations again, partner."
>Ryan takes a long swig of his soda, then mentions, "Just remember my philosphy
on life: if you're not having fun, you're doing something wrong."
>Eden whispers, "Eden normally disapproves of non-FF7 chars using materia, but
had it work for her because first, it qould make for an important part of
character development, in convincing her finally, and second, since she's young
and unset, so to speak, as far as her personal reality." to you.
>Eden smiles brightly up at Rachel. "Thank you."
>You whisper, "No big deal here n.n; Personally, I have no problem with it.
Ryan just has no aptitude with anything mystic; magic, chi, etc." to Eden.
>Ryan exhales. "Looks like I need to pull out the sheets again, eh?"
>Eden asks softly, "What?"
>Ryan smirks. "Well, it's late, you don't have to walk all the way home if you
don't want to."
>Rachel blinks at Ryan?
>Ryan yawns. "And it's been a long night as it is..."
>Eden looks to Kigou. "Do you want to stay here?"
>Ryan didn't offer it to Kigou. He isn't a cute girl. But he does say, "No
problems here if you do."
>Kigou blinks slightly, then steps away from his wall. "For how long?" o.o
>Ryan shrugs. "Just until morning."
>Ryan scratches the back of his neck. "I'm going to bed soon, so think quick."
>Kigou says, "Hrmmm... sure, why not?" ^^;
>Eden nods. "Than you, then, Ryan."
>Ryan nods and plods off to his bedroom. "try not to eat ALL my food. Haven't
gone shopping yet."
>be
You step into the bedroom.
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