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The wind of the cool summer night stirred the leaves within the trees in the yard, the branches rustling irritably and snapping out at the wind. Moss lingered on the ancient trunks of the towering elm trees casting shadows upon the lawn that all but glowed with the faint light of the moon. A lone house, decrepit and crumbling, stood alone within the forest, creaking ominously in the wind's breath. Wrapped around one of the rotting support beams of the porch was a rope, tattered and frayed from years of nature taking its toll. It was a tire swing, a young woman hunched upon it, her shoulders brushing against the black rubber of the tire. She was a small thing, barely 5'2", and young by the looks of it. Fairly pretty, her features were impassive--missing the usual scowl that was usually curving her lips into a snarl. Although hidden from the moon's light underneath the shelter of the creaking porch, her hair gleamed itself--a glorious silver color, not at all grey from age. After all, she couldn't be more than twenty-five--on the outside.

Blue eyes shifted faintly as the wind whispered softly again, and this time, the young woman scoffed. The kids were out, either at parties or sleepovers, and here she was, all alone. Oh, she certainly didn't mind it--the wyvern that stirred within her soul welcomed the solitude. Tsunake was in a thoughtful mood tonight, slender hands idly plucking the decaying bits of rubber that flaked from the tire she was seated on. Ohh, this house was a wreck, and she knew it--but damned if she'd spend millions on this old, rotting pile of wood when she could very well just buy a new one. Not like she'd do that, either. This house had too many memories for that...With a sigh that was lost in the wind, the young woman swung herself gently back and forth, her frosted gaze thoughtful as she stared up at the moon.

But sadly she was about to lose this house that she'd spent so much on and had so many memories of. Spirits from a realm she had not heard of began to tug on the threads of her reality, causing, quite suddenly, the wind to demolish the house. But more specifically, they demolished it, right on top of Tsunake.

And with her dead it was time to get to work. Pulling her from the wreckage and from that world they set to work repairing her crushed body, cleaning her up, and separating her body and soul. The body, with a new golden chain around it's neck, was sent to the ship the Samadueanna along with information on her. The captain of the ship-holding a small dark haired baby boy-sat down in the room where the body had been placed to read the information, and await Tsunake's awakening.

Meanwhile her "soul" was taken to the Tison realm of deceased gods to bond with the soul of one of them. This bonding would allow her soul-or whatever she had instead of one-to bring that of one of the gods out of the realm of the dead and into the realm of the living. When a god-spirit bonded with her a relic appeared around her neck corrodsponding with that god. When she was returned to her body the relic would house the soul of the god. And with the bonding complete they both went to their bodies-or relics-and were allowed to wake up, alive again, to meet Rouge Remika and the baby boy in her arms.

Had she known the house was going to fall? But of course. All that damnable creaking--she wasn't deaf, you know. But sadly, in her surprise, Tsunake had tangled herself in the tire--and was just a second too late in freeing herself. Then, she knew nothing, after tons of splintering wood had left her broken and quite dead. But without warning, her eyes fluttered once again and, groaning and swearing under her breath, the young woman sat up with a wince. "What the hell--" She had started to stay before catching sight of the woman and child, narrowing her eyes viciously, one hand flying to yank fiercely at the golden chain on her neck. "This don't look like any goddamn hospital I've ever seen." The silver-haired lass snarled, lips drawing back to reveal an impressive arrangement of fangs and sharp teeth. "Who the hell are you? And where am I? And what the ********--" The chain was yanked on again, "--is this?" She was quite visibly bristling, head snapping to-and-fro as she checked out her surroundings. She had died, hadn't she? Well, she certainly wasn't going to ask that--that was a stupid question, since it was also quite obvious that she was alive. Or, so she thought. Snarling under her breath, the woman rose to her feet, hands curling into fists at her sides. "Start talking." Tsunake growled.

Rouge remained very calm surprisingly, her right eyebrow just barely rising. The baby in her arms squeaked and reached his arms out for the woman. He didn’t' know what she was. She seemed strange.

"That's because it's not a hospital. It's my ship. My name is Rouge Remika and you have been chosen against everyone's will-including your own-to be a guardian of a reborn god child from a universe you probably don't give a damn about." she said right back. Though her tone was cool there was something in her eyes. A strange reddish glow as if of a fire that had started to burn within them.

Tsunake barely even spared a glance for the little boy, certainly not openly affectionate, even if she was the adopted mother of more than a few children, herself. Speaking of which...but no, her rage had fully embraced her mind, and she would think of nothing more than the situation at hand until it had subsided. "A ship," She repeated, her words a coarse hiss, "You're damn right about that--I couldn't give half a s**t about some reborn--" Her eyes narrowed at the look in the woman's eyes, and something fairly reptilian literally shifted beneath her gaze, underneath the steadily widening pupil. "A god child." Because she needed anymore little twerps tearing around. "Afraid I can't." Tsunake snarled, her body shifting into an aggressive stance. "Should have told me sooner--before you ******** smashed my house on me. What did you do? And why me?" Feisty, wasn't she? But she wasn't enraged anymore, so much as simply probing violently for answers. "And you better goddamn have a new house waiting for me whenever I get the hell out of here..."

Rouge's eyes kept that strange burning glow about them. Before they'd been a lovely bright blue. But now they matched the boy's eyes and were a lovely purple. But with that strange fire burning fiercly in them. "Firstly I didn't choose you. You were chosen by a higher power. As for how you died I havent' got a bloody clue what they did to you. I'm not in control of that. I just explain things. I don't choose anything or cause anything to happen. I am another who didn't have a choice in this matter." she hissed. "Now calm the hell down so arrangements can be made. You will have a kid in approximately two days whether you like it or not. And it would be best if you made arrangements about that. Arrangements that I am here to help you make."

Oh, so she thought she could bite back, did she? Tsunake snorted, tossing her head irritatedly before fixing narrowed eyes on the woman once more. "You're doing a damn pathetic job as it is--I'd watch your mouth." She offered coolly, her eyes flickering up to the ceiling or whatever the hell was up there before staring pointedly at Rouge again. "Two days?" The woman repeated, a snarl creeping back into her tone. "Fine. Talk." Her eyes were narrowed, and arms folded lightly across her chest, pointed nails drumming against her arms. "This won't ******** up my other kids, will it?" Tsunake questioned sharply, certainly not impressed with this woman, nor her ship. Or this pretty little trinket that continued to keep up its stranglehold around her neck. "What's this?" She gave it a tug for emphasis, tossing silver hair out of her eyes as she impatiently waited for an answer that would satisfy her.

A fireball shot up from around Tsunake's feet. The baby quite suddenly was on the floor and the woman was standing at her full 7 foot plus height glaring pointedly back down at Tsu. There was somethign Rouge couldn't quite control in power now. Diyaka watched and didn't understand. His mommy was never angry. So this was bizarre for her. "No missy. I'd say you should watch yours. You are on my ship and unless you shut up you won't have a hand making sure you and your family plus one more have funding and a place to live. I have to take up the slack to help pay for all of these kids and I'll be damned if I have to take this bullshit from a piece of s**t like you. THAT is a relic. As for what deity it's for I may just not tell you unless you shut the flying ******** up and chill out. I did not come here to be sassed for a something out of my hands. Be glad you have a warning in this situation and weren't just sent directly home to randomly recieve another child that would eventually grow into an empowered god." Several more fireballs were shooting up but they puffed to smoke before doing more then heating Tsunake's knees. As if the user didnt' have enough rage to make them do more. Though Rouge did seem to almost be breathing steam now.

Instinctively, the fireball was stomped out, and Tsunake snarled a warning. The child on the floor was noted, though she spared him nothing more than a sharp look. Didn't want to stomp him by mistake. Tilting her head up to glare at the woman, the reincarnate gritted her teeth furiously, hands dropping by her sides so they could curl into fists again. "You think I need your goddamn help?" She spat, her voice dropping a few octaves until the ship floor was literally vibrated with the deep, bass note from her quickly thickening chest. "******** off. I've been taking care of my family for years--I don't need your ******** help to care for them now. And you want ******** respect? Then you better ******** earn it--I don't care who the hell you are, or if this really is your ship--I'm not kissing any a**." Now it was Tsunake who was beginning to loom over the already impossibly tall Rogue, thick, black scales running up her legs, blocking the heat from the fireballs. "How about you calm the ******** down? Your little fire show isn't impressing anyone--you're just wasting goddamn time." Tsunake snarled thickly, doing her best to keep her own anger in check.

Tan Pan Murica and Charlene Dartsmoore, two of Rouge's crew, had been watching for outside. The assassin created a slight cover so that the woman could get the child and then get out. After that the Golden Dart got to smirk. "Have fun you two." she called before stepping out and locking the door.

Rouge's teeth pointed somewhat as she snarled up at the demon, her softly drooping ears starting to seem more pointed. Reaching up instinctively she grabbed Tsunake around the neck, nails digging in as her eyes seemed to lose their pupils. "Listen you pain in the a**...." she hissed, fire now actually seeming to spurt from her mouth. "I don't want yoru respect. The respect of a creature as low as you isn't worth my time." she snarled. Most of the time she'd have grabbed her guns and fired by now. But there was a nature not her own gripping her mind and ensnaring her senses. She wanted to rip hearts out. She wanted...to destroy this disgusting creature before her.

Ahh, but by this point, Tsunake's neck had thickened and grown, now far too wide for any normal person's hand to wrap around. The chain cut fiercely into that thick, armored skin, but Tsunake barely noticed. Her own arm rose, now looking like an enormous wing, smacking Rouge away. "Don't touch me, you insolent maggot." She hissed softly, talons curling and ripping at the floor, her face crunching outward into a snout, burning blue eyes staring with disdain. "Look at yourself." The nearly formed wyvern ground razor sharp teeth together as a pair of ram-like horns sprouted out of the back of its skull, a thick mane of silver gleaming against the dark black body of the reptilian. "You act so high and mighty, telling me you won't take sass--but you don't want my respect? What bullshit hypocrisy." Acid oozed from the monster's jaws, but she didn't spit. There was no point, not for this fool. "Let me go home." The wyvern rumbled deeply, hunched for it was too tall, wings spread slightly, a scythe-tipped tail lashing furiously from behind. "I want nothing more to do with you and you ******** ship. Let me go back." Her children were still out--and squabbling with some half-assed freak was not her current priority.

"There is a fine line between asking someone to respect me and not wanting them to piss and yell at me about s**t I can't control." Rouge hissed. "I don't care what you want and I don't have to let you do anything. I was doing my job which is to inform people of what is going on. My job is not to return people safely home. That is a choice I make. I could have you taken to anywhere I want. The ship obeys me and me alone. I don't have to make a sound to make it take you to the farthest reaches of Tison. It is my will that runs the Samadueanna and it is me that you should not cross." she said, reaching up once again.

It may be the fact that she was calling on powers she didn't understand and could not control. Or it may just be that she was too pissed off to care anymore. But Rouge Remika did something that was either very brave or really ******** stupid. She reached up, using that power she couldn't control, and ripped. What the hell did she rip? Apparently a giant section of scale if not many. Who could tell when your eyes were blinded by rage?

"Most beings know how to communicate civilly, I last checked." The wyvern hissed, eyes burning steadily. "You know no fine lines, and I honestly don't give a damn if you thought that was yelling, you stupid b***h. If you thought that was yelling, then I don't know how long your head's been lodged up your a**." And that was when the whore ripped off a chunk of her scales. The wyvern screamed, the sound vibrating throughout her thick chest, so loud that it even hurt her own ears. Screaming again, that head snapped forward, propelled by the long neck that had been so thoroughly abused. Her jaws slammed down on Rouge's torso, meaning the woman's head was literally inside the beast's mouth--and it began to shake her furiously, bones literally popping in its neck from its unbridled fury. Wings smashed into her legs, the tiny fore claws on the tips scrabbling wildly at her body, scratching, scraping--and that enormous, taloned foot lifted, slamming into the ship floor as it just missed her body. If Tsunake managed to pin the other, she'd simply rip her head up until she'd ripped the body straight in half. Of course, Rouge's arms were still free--though her shoulders were being dug into by those horribly wicked teeth..

Rouge knew the inside of a mouth pretty damn well. And she knew where she kept her guns too. Reaching into her shirt she pulled her guns out of their chest holders. Her plasma guns were better then her regular ones anyway. These never ran out of amo. With the aim of someone who hasn't got a clue where they're firing she shot, straight ahead and down into the beast's throat. Well hopefully that'd do some good. She'd either get chomped, swallowed or spit out. And if she got chomped she wouldn't have to worry about how it ended. As for if she was swallowed she'd just fire for a while till the beast did spit her out. At least that was her plan. And one can't quite formulate plans when they're stuck halfway in the mouth of a monster. Though she did wrinkle her nose. "You're breath is worse then Steve's gas after he's had 3 bean salad!" she shouted. The beast would hear her though she'd be muffled.

The blast of plasma had the monster retch loudly--acid spilling from its bowels to quite literally coat the poor woman. But it had swallowed fouler stuff than a gunshot before, and, though its insides seethed uncomfortably, it would live. The insult quite literally made the wyvern sneer--whipping its head sharply so Rouge would go flying. Acid was spat violently after her, and the beast roared, its poisonous tail lashing from side to side. Quite obviously, the wyvern could not form human speech so easily, nor did it desire to do so now.

The acid soaked through Rouge's trenchcoat. "Blech. Throw up on me why don't you. And I'm the uncivilized one." she rolled her eyes and pulled her guns again, firing once more, this time at the exposed part of neck. She was regaining her senses but not losing her rage. Hm. Did that mean she was controlling stuff? Who gave a damn. Stupid thing still threw her up and stunk. She fired a few more times, experience with a gun much better then that with a fireball.

"A pig in human clothing," The wyvern hissed, easily angling her large, wedge-shaped head so the beams struck her horns instead. They gleamed with the energy and, with one, violent jerk of her neck, Tsunake shot the attack straight back at the woman. Shaking herself, the demoness shifted, sprawling her wings out so she was positioned much like a bat, her head swaying hypnotically back and forth, patient as she waited for Rouge to stray back in range, or simply get herself cornered. Rage had slipped away to simple pleasure of the fight that, for now, seemed one-sided.

The bullets being pushed back caused Rouge to have to jump-though they did graze her boots before going through the wall. She was now in a rather odd position. Her knees were bent so that her legs could hold her up on the ceiling. The only thing to do now-the dumbass thought-was to spring. And spring she did, managing to jump and grab ahold of the wyvern's neck. It was a pretty hard landing and she had a feeling it would be a pretty damn hard sit. But she was luckily not a guy and hard headed so she'd live. Though she may be in severe pain afterwards. She was champion of the mechanical bull on Metriyika. Maybe she'd be able to use some of that skill to help her live through the living wyvern.

The monster was definitely not amused with this little ploy. Hissing furiously, the wyvern thrashed, rippling its body and effectively slamming itself into the ceilings, the walls, using both its wings and the walls to try and scrape off the pesky woman. And if that didn't work? The wyvern growled and suddenly hunched itself over--definitely threatening to go into a roll and crush Rouge if she was stupid enough to stay on. And if she tried to climb over it? Then she'd have those nasty talons to deal with, for sure...

Rouge was getting into this. Sure the mechanical bull didn't thrash like that but she was getting better at it. Maybe the jolts to her head were doing her good. Slowly she inched back so that the wyvern couldn't use her claws should she suddenly realize that her neck was in reach of them. The woman clung to her back, laying between the wings. She was partially on her knees though, ready to spring up again should the dragon decide to roll.

Those wings flexed and flapped--but couldn't bend over on themselves to properly crush the worm. They could make it quite drafty, however--a miniature tornado, just for Rouge! How thoughtful. The wyvern let out a frustrated sound that was a mixture of a hissing scream before, carefully tucking her wings in at her sides so they wouldn't be crushed, she slammed into the ground hard, flipping deftly onto her back, tail lashing as she did indeed roll. The room was far too small for her, so it was difficult, but her weight was more than enough to crush Rouge.

Rouge jumped as she felt the body begin to move. Steve and Karyn used to do this thing where they stood on giant logs and rolled down the river on them, trying to stay on top. Rouge couldn't swim so she'd never tried. But now was a great time to learn. They also did a lot of dancing that she saw so she'd have to try some of that now.

It took a bit of a jumping but she started getting the hang of stayign on top of the wyvern. Every now and then she had to do jumps back and forth to stay between the range of her claws and wings. Demon rolling...did that count the same way? "That's gotta hurt having your horns sticking into the floor." she said, as she jumped and moved her legs. All they needed was a techno beat and this would be fricken fun.

Tsunake was...amused? Well, it was hard to be amused with it felt like a bug was scuttling up and down one's body, but...Well, she wasn't sure. She certainly wasn't maddened with rage anymore, but... "Horns are curved for a reason." The wyvern rasped--indeed, like a ram, her horns curled so only the blunt tops would scrape against the floor slightly, though she kept her head lifted either way. Powerful hind legs kicked out in an attempt to rake the woman, but they couldn't reach far enough. Hence why wyverns had such a useful tail. Lightning fast, the scythe-tip slashed out at Rogue, merely intending to cut--not hamstring her or decapitate her like she would have intended to do earlier.

Rouge got the edge of her calves cut and it slightly hurt but that meant one thing. She had to move faster. The woman had started to do a jig-a dance she'd learned from guild wars. "How many kids ya got anyway?" Rouge said, now curious since her brain was working properly. "And we'll be nearing your house any time now. You mentioned something about it though. Did they use that in your death or something?" the woman asked. Conversation was always nice when you were calmed down. Her eyes seemed to have turned blue again and she semed to be a much more pleasant person when she wasn't pissed.

Oh, what? They were trying to kill each other anymore? The mention of home was enough to satisfy the wyvern--Rouge would only be whipped if she was too slow now. Tsunake would be willing to play this game a little longer. Wait, was that stupid lady dancing on top of her? Snorting amusedly, the wyvern clumsily reversed the way she was rolling to see if she could catch the other by surprise. This was so stupid. But. Whatever, it was amusing, sort of. "Three." The beast rumbled slightly, then hissed with annoyance." Basssstards had the houssse fall on me...Kidssss weren't in though, sssso it'ssss not sssso bad..." After the little scuffle, the demoness seemed quite easy to get along with, content and pleased to have gotten her frustration out without actually having to kill anyone.

Rouge was luckily midjump at the time so it caused her to misstep a little bit and not fall off completely. "Nice one." she said, commenting on the roll reversal. "Does that mean you guys would need somewhere else to live for the time being? They usually don't wreck places. They do it by convienience. They had me shoot myself during target practice. How an uzi can fire out it's back end I don't want to know." Rouge cracked up at that. "but if you guys need a place to stay you can chill on the ship till you manage to find somewhere else to live.It's really really odd that they'd wreck a house." she said, contemplating. And it's very very funny to see someone contemplating while they're donig a jig. Why I haven't got a clue but it is.

Ahh, close, but no cigar. The wyvern made a modest sound at the comment, bulbous eyes sliding slightly to track the woman as she spoke. A snort, and the wyvern managed to rasp between her teeth, "Very carefully, I sssssuppose." The offer made her consider, weighing both her pride, and her kids. And unfortunately, the brats came first. "It wassss a piece of ssssshit, that houssse..." Tsunake made an angry spitting sound, acid threatening to escape from her maw once more. "If you ssssay sssso....The kidsssss are usssually quiet, sssso they sssshouldn't bother you. We'll only sssstay a few weekssss at mossst." It'd be nice to have a place to just...well, collapse for a little while. One wing tip scratched idly at the relic that was threatening to snap around her thick neck, idly wondering what the hell it'd turn out to be in a few days. So, a contemplating person doing the jig, and a thoughtful, rolling lizard with wings. It was a match made in heaven.

"Meh. My old house was like that. Then I crashed a space ship into the roof and it got a new skylight." Rouge snickered at that. She didn't much like her adoptive family anyway. "Anyway yeah. We'll help you look for somewhere to live while you're staying here. I dunno how old your kids are so I'm not sure if they'd get along with Dia and Fee." the woman noticed the action with the relic. "And the relic is the sun symbol belonging to the goddess of summer and the day time." she said. It did seem to be a bit not Tsunake but hey it was what she got.

"About to be teenssss...." The Wyvern shook her head irritably. "Ssssmart kidsss though. They'll sssstay out of trouble, or god help them..." They were good kids though, and probably would be able to get along with mostly anyone. Sauda, her little girl, was good about that. "One'ssss not technically a kid...a crab alien...thing...Harmlessssss, if annoying...." The wyvern came to a stop to peer at the relic more closely, burning eyes seemingly impassive. "Ssssummer and day time." She repeated, attempting to roll to her feet so she could stand, and maybe even turn back to normal, if she ever got that far. Well, she'd have worse. "...Doessss that mean it'ssss going to be waaaaay too ******** happy?" Tsunake asked wearily, not sure if she'd like that so well.

"I dont' know. I think from what I remember history wise she was pretty grumpy actually. Not every deity's personality is based on their powers though some totally are. The god of fire was a flaming gay but the god of light was evil is evil as they come." she said with a laugh. "Am I allowed to get down now? I've never danced before and doing a jig on a rolling wyvern is kind of tiring. And I need to deal with this." she said, indicating her leg. It was rather comical to get the look on her face. She had nerves of steal but her legs were anotehr matter.

A grunt. "I can deal with grumpy. I ******** own the word 'grumpy'." The wyvern shook her massive head slightly then lowered herself carefully to the ground, her chest plates scraping against the ship floor. "Isss it deep?" She questioned, not certain how hard she'd struck Rouge. "Sssssorry about that." Since they hadn't technically been fighting then but...whatever. "Pretty good, not getting crussshed and all." She said wryly, massive wings beginning to tremble slightly as they slowly started to revert back to human arms.

That massive head snapped up, startled by the scream and perhaps a bit concerned. "Chrisssst, give me a heartattack." Jaws creaked as they began to shrink slowly, and the massive reptilian slowly began to become smaller and smaller. "Leasssst I didn't sssever by accident." Tsunake offered not so helpfully, her skin beginning to lighten and not looking nearly as scaly. "Ahh, that was good." She agreed lazily, frowning and rubbing at a particularly sore patch of raw skin on her neck. "Got me good." That had hurt like hell, getting those scales ripped off. "How many people are on this thing?" Tsunake questioned, genuinely curious. "How big of a ship?" She had no idea, really, having woken up in this room...The exchange from outside made her grin, shaking her head with a scoff. She could just feel the love.

"I don't know. Lera hasn't given me a ship count in like a year. I think last time it was somewhere between 500 and 1000. It's a pretty damn huge ship. And funniest part is it's bigger on the inside then the out. The rooms move around sometimes too. The Samadueanna's pretty damn cool when you're used to it." Rouge said with a smile. Another woman walked in(I probably called her blonde earlier. She's got bluish white hair) once again. Now that one got a look at her they could see that Dartsmoore was rather short with a huge bluish white pompadour. "Tsunake this is my friend and resident assassin Charlene Dartsmoore. Aka the Golden Dart or Dartie." Rouge reached over and tried to give the other a noogie.

"Yeah yeah!" the other said dashing and hiding somewhat. "Anyway we're at her house. The kids are in front of it. They don't seem to know what's going on. I sent Tan Pan down to survey the situation." Dartie obviously hated Rouge's nickname for her but at the same time loved it.

"well then, follow me. We'll pop down and get things explained to the kids, get stuff checked out, and come back up. I can show you around then." Rouge said with a grin. She was definately more amicable when she wasn't trying to fight you.

The woman lifted a brow idly, impressed. She'd never honestly been on a spaceship before, in her few hundred years of life. It was an experience that she might have enjoyed more if she hadn't...well, been killed and brought here against her will. The trinket around her neck was toyed with idly, but Tsunake no longer yanked on it, tipping her head forward politely at Dartsmoore. The news of her kids, however, made her perk up, eager to see them even if she'd say otherwise. "Mm, this'll just be some big adventure for them." The woman rolled icy eyes and shook her head, stepping lightly after Rouge. "All right. Should be interesting, right...?" Tsunake stretched her arms lightly. "So this ship...Is this where all the poor saps who get killed off have to come?" Hopefully Ithai wasn't bloody--and hopefully Sauda still had Eolian in his fishbowl...

"Yeah. They come here, I have to explain stuff, and then they get to go home. Simple deal." Rouge said with a nod. "I'm told it doesn't take long for them to become babies so it's a good thign you'll be living here and we're all prepared. Diyaka and Feejhu came very recently so we're ready to tackle the job of having new babies on here."

One hand dragged itself tiredly through those silver locks of her's--and Tsunake paused, eyes narrowing with realization. "Wait. That kid from before--he was one of these?" She gestured to the relic around her neck, looking suspicious, but willing to buy it. "I'm awful with babies." She grumbled, shaking her head. "When they can talk, it's fine, but babies?" Tsunake snorted slightly, but looked reluctantly willing to deal with it. "Fun job." Came the wry comment. "I'd be ripping heads off left and right..."

"Yes. There are two of them belonging to crew members on this ship. Myself and Tan Pan Murica are guardians. The little boy from earlier is the god of fire reborn. Luckily at this stage they have no powers and no memories. And there are people on here who love to babysit." she had a look on her face that said thank heaven for that. "He's a sweetie pie but it's very hard to run erronds on a motorcyle with him along."

Tsunake rubbed at her temple, grateful for that much at least. "Thank god. I mean, bonding and all that s**t, yeah yeah, but sometimes..." She was quickly distracted by the sight of a chocolate-skinned girl with grass green hair rushing towards her, eyes wide with concern. A fishbowl was tucked under one arm--holding what looked like some green, glowing crab-like creature, which was currently foaming happily in the water. "Mom! What happened to the house?" Behind her slunk another preteen, his thick brown mane spilling down his back, various animal furs and a strange, tunic-like top adorning his body. Like a wild animal, he eyed them warily, sticking close enough so he could hear, but distancing himself from the group. The girl caught sight of Rouge and immediately went quiet--a little shy, it seemed. "Rouge, this is Sauda, and Ithai." A nod towards the wild child in the back. "And the crab's Eolian. Gonna turn into some kid one day or something weird..." shaking her head, Tsu straightened. "Well, you saw the house, kiddos...Rouge's gonna let us stay on her ship for a while, all right? So you can thank her and not cause trouble." Ithai murmured his displeasure at being cooped up inside, especially inside something so strange...but he'd listen. Sauda had wide eyes--apparently gleeful at the very thought of being on a spaceship. "Really? We really get to stay? Oh, that's a pretty necklace, Mom...where'd you get it?" The woman sighed and shook her head. "Don't ask..."

Rouge smiled a bit and nodded her head at the kids. "And there are places we can take them to play if need be. We were planning to stop at some rather interesting places. Ecron, Aieshon, Gamacon, all sorts of places. It's really nice actually. We're going to Nurika first. GREAT View." she said with a grin. Nurika was the seasonal realm of Tison. It was home to faerie people and had different places for each season. "We'll be stopping at Boiguesse some time tommorrow." The name sounded like bogus only it was boy-geese. Weird.

The wild one, Ithai, had his curiosity flicked by the mention of so many different places. "Will we go outside?" He asked, his tone soft, yet strangely insistent. Sauda was thrilled with this, being the little sci-fi nut that she was...It was either aliens or zombies, one of the two. Tsunake watched them fondly for a moment, relieved that they seemed to be adapting. "Nurika, mm? No clue where the hell that is." She chuckled, tossing her head lightly. "I'm almost envious." She rolled her eyes. "Getting to travel to all these different stops...Different planets, right?" Sauda piped up again, "So we'll get to meet people who aren't from Earth?" She sounded positively delighted, and Tsunake shook her head wearily. Her daughter's enthusiasm knew no limits.

"Yes we will go outside. We may even stop in some other realms that are almost completely outdoors." Rouge said in answer to the boys question. Then she turned to the girl. "And yes you will. You actually already have." she said with a huge grin. "Though there are more interesting people inside. You haven't met Steve yet." she said with a grin.

They went back inside and Rouge led them to the mess hall. Sure enough sitting at one of the tables, playing scrabble, was a young man, and a girl who looked about 13. The girl had large pink pigtails on top of her head and large green eyes. She also had large pointed ears-though unlike Rouge's, they didn't droop. Strangely Rouge was the only one in the room full of people who had droopy ears. The young man's ears were also pointed but his were different. They were slightly like dog ears on the sides of his head that pointed funny to make them look more catlike. He had one large hand that had silver bladelike things for fingers and had funny spinning gears in the arm that were actaully blades. His other arm was slightly furry with claws on it. He had large spikey dirty blonde hair with a reddish hue and deeply tanned skin. He was actually pretty good looking in a wild and rugged sense, what with all the leather and gold he wore. "Guys, this is Steve the ship weapons master. And the pipsqueak is Ka Hyn Murica otherwise called Karyn Marina. She's the ship's supergenious telepath engineer."


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Dear Diary, Journal, or whatever the ******** you are,

This sucks. No, seriously. So the house fell on me because whatever Gods got pissed off or something. So, I died. Hooray, right? Well, that's not all. Not only am I still alive, but now I've got this tacky little gold chain wrapped around my neck that WILL NOT COME OFF. It's gonna turn into a goddess. This means another little brat that I have to watch, raise, and generally deal with until it's old enough to move out. Christ, and no matter what I do, I can't get it to come off. Apparently it'll come off when it's ready to turn into some squalling baby. Me, with an infant? Please. I'll eat it.

The house is wrecked, but the kids are safe. Apparently Redd is in the same situation as me...I just...I'm ready to rip someone's face off. The captain of whatever ship this is, Rogue, says I can stay here until I find a new place for the kids and myself. She's a crazy b***h, that Rogue chick...but she's not as bad as I first though. Hmph. She took the whole being-sprayed by acid thing better than I thought. And then there was that crazy rolling...but whatever.

So. Finesse came to see me. And...He found out about the whole demon-thing. Or...Well, he doesn't really know, but he saw me change. Which means there's going to be an awkward conversation about it in the future, damn it all. He offered to let me come stay with him for a while though, until I can find a place to live...I'm thinking that might be better for the kids. That, and it'll get us out of Rogue's hair for a while...

As far as this kid goes, I don't know what to think. A reincarnated goddess? Like that'll be fun to deal with...A goddess of what? Damned if I know. This is gonna be a pain in the a** though, I know it. Whatever. I'm off to see if I can't pry this damn chain off so it'll stop cutting into my neck.