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I'm Supposed to Live Here?!:;

Nessalyn could not remember a time in her life that she was this angry. There was that time, in the Carnag Wars, when countless young Lieutenants had lost their lives on the front lines, trying to prove themselves. That made her quite angry. But that was different. That was righteous anger.

This was pure, unadulterated rage.

It was perhaps fortunate that she had left the wand on the counter. Her fists were clenched so tight, she could feel her finely filed, manicured nails biting into her palms, and the dampness that meant any further and there would be blood.

With an oath that would have made her mother turn red and slap her, the commander pulled out a small silver disc, and nearly jammed it with the force she pressed it. This was her Data Record disc, and was a portable version of the logging console back in her cabin on her ship. The ship she was now told she had to abandon.

Without even pausing to note the date, she snarled at the blinking green hologram. "While stopping to ask directions, and get out of the sun, I touched a book. A book, that apparently decided that I was the worthy new caretaker of a stick. Granted a bladed stick, but a stick nonetheless. This was not disturbing as what was revealed next."

Glaring around the wand shop, Nessalyn did not wonder why the proprietor had vanished so suddenly. With her reaction being what it was, and clues in her stature and uniform, no sane person would stay around!

"It has been revealed to me, that I must now take up residence on this Empire-forsaken rock of a planet!" Her voice crescendoed into what could only be called a soaring soprano. She was, after all, female. Normally this was when she would stop, and compose herself.

Not now.

"I am to resign my command, get a home, and live, yes, live here! Outside of my system, outside of my lifestyle! All for a Senate-blasted stick! And it seems I cannot refuse. I just cannot leave!" With that, she snapped it off, and breathlessly leaned against the desk. Being angry was HARD.

Looking down, she had her hand squarely on the shaft of the wand. Letting out a great sigh, she picked it up, and rubbed her temple. She'd have to get an apartment.

Taking in a deep breath, Luciel readied herself. Frowning, she saw that it was a decent part of town and really, this was for the best. Her wand in hand, she made a promise to find out more information. She'd had several new creatures and manifestations of life fall into her lap recently, and there had to be a reason. Scratching at her light jacket, Luciel made her way up to the apartment and raised a hand to knock.

God, what if the owner is a human? I hope I won't frighten her, just appearing on her doorstep with a giant stick and it's got a stinger. I look like a burgler, I swear...

Luciel blinked up at the woman who was stern of both face and demeanor. She didn't look the least bit pleased to see anyone, and it made Luciel nervous. Pushing a lock of hair behind a curving horn, she smiled. Holding the wand to her side, she decided to introduce herself, lest she look like a door-to-door salesman with a beating stick.

"I uhh... hate to bother you so suddenly and without any notice at all. I saw your address in the headquarters and wanted to pay someone a visit. I hope you don't mind? My name is Luciel, and I promise not to eat you."

That last part came out too fast for her to stop it, and she clamped her mouth shut with a blush creeping over her face. "Nevermind. You didn't hear me say that."

"Like I said, I promised I wouldn't." the mancubus said quietly, and reluctantly entered the house. The woman commander didn't seem of the friendly sort, and Luciel gripped the wand a little tighter. She probably had magic, or worse - guns. She hated guns, and usually, human military was full of them, right? No, it would be fine and it was ridiculous to think such things of a person she just met.

She turned around when she arrived in a suitable spot near the chair and turned around. "I take it you didn't like the idea of a mythical being tossed into your lap?" came an innocent question. It wasn't an uncommon thing to happen in Gaia, maybe she wasn't used to it?

She glanced at the wand and raised an eyebrow. "Is it that bad?"

Luciel watched the other woman's small tirade with fascination. She thought this place was so horrible? She liked to think Gaia was much nicer than her own native land, a place she'd barely any memory of. She tilted her head and gazed on as the woman calmed herself down and presented the wand. Looking over it, she saw feathered wings. Of course, she dare not touch someone else's wand. She didn't know enough about them to make such a judgement.

"It's really not so bad, Gaia." Luciel explained, eyes wandering over the wood and feathers of Nessalyn's wand. Her own was primal in appearance, she thought, and the other woman's spoke of an elegance matched only in birds. "I know that someone else entrusted the wand to me and that it was extremely important that I take good care of it. I have a son of sorts and he has met a being that comes from the wands before. She's living with me right now, as a matter of fact."

Scratching the area behind a horn, she shrugged. "A child will come of it, though I can't tell you when."

Luciel nodded to the woman in respect and placed the butt of the wand on the ground, like a walking stick. "Yes, a child, if my memory serves. There was a small fairy girl that came from the woman Inanna's wand. And there are several others as fat as I can tell. I hope that's not too much trouble, with your ship and everything. The sea is not too rough on other planets, is it?" The image of a great pirate ship came to mind, with Nessalyn at the head, a stern look on her face.

To the offer of a drink, she had to decline. "I'm fine, thank you. And I suppose you already answered my question, as you didn't know anything about the wand. It's odd, I guess, to find out that I know more than someone else!" She laughed and waved her hand. "It's alright though. I've had stranger things happen to me."

"Dreams coming to life, long-forgotten bonds, that whole thing." she explained.

Luciel minded not to tell stories. Space and other celestial things confused her, and she'd never been off this planet, except if you counted different planes of existance. Some people were under the impression that Hell and Heaven and other such places were either nonexistant or completely disconnected from Gaia and other worlds. She wondered if Nessalyn had ever heard of Hell, and what sorts of views she had on the whole idea.

Motioning to a chair, Luciel asked. "May I sit down? If you are to care for a child of magical origins, I might be able to help. I have a few of my own, and I might have some useful information?" Sitting down on the sofa, Luciel rested the wand against her lap and patted it.

Came from an orderly world where magic need not apply? While Luciel and the rest of her kind were not magically-inclined, lacking magic in the world... what would happen? She herself and her children would likely not exist at all, and that thought was disturbing. Placing a hand on her chest, Luciel tilted her head. "I guess most everyone here on Gaia would be classified as 'mystical phenomena'. My son of sorts, he came from nowhere, and existed in a dream for me before he became real. That in and of itself was rather strange. My whole existance as well, but I'm sure that matters not to you at all. I'd rather not bore someone I just met." she said with a giggle.

The mancubus patted the wand again with a oddly motherly look about her. Children weren't so bad if you knew how to handle them, and she pretty much was flying by the seat of her pants at this point. Everything seemed to be going well, except where Callix was concerned, but she chalked up that whole mess as a flaw of his personality, not hers. "At least you had some rules in your life. I know it might be strange to hear from me, but I think it would have been a welcome change from my childhood. But I rose out of it with little scarring, so I don't have much to complain about. At least it was warm."

Her son? Yes, well, call him what you wanted. They weren't related by blood, but would that make sense to a woman from a world where magic was a foreign disease? "His name is Callix, and he's not really my son. But I don't really know what else to call him. Charge? A charge is closest, I guess. He certainly doesn't treat me like a mother." Another laugh and a short, addled and dreamy look washed over her. She shook it away.

"He came from a dream I'd been having some night before he was born. There are others like him, of the same species, as far as I can tell, but they're as diversified as any group of organisms on any planet, I would assume. He's a demon, essentially, like I am. And a handfull, like any boy his age."

Nessalyn was brought up in a very strict environment. How would this world affect her? Would she hate it? "I'm sure they taught you some things about children in the Academy? Was it a nice place with parents and schools? Do you fly airplanes?" She admitted to herself long ago that the most complex piece of technology she would ever master was a computer, and sometimes even that proved to be a problem.