09-30-2015, 06:15 AM
Ururu still felt half drunk in not knowing exactly what was going on but really she decided to go with it. Visitors were guest after all, respect was a given and given was a lot of food. But at the moment food didn’t seem appropriate.
“It’s a very nice lab, looks like all sorts of great research can be done in it.” Ururu said with all earnestness. After all she hadn’t had access to a lab in a long time. Most of what she had done was through number crunching. It worked but not nearly as fun or as inventive.
Around her the portions of the world that weren’t her bridge seemed to transform and in doing so a large number of something happened. What that was well it looked like a the fights that were supposed to have happened with the bijuu on a number of occasions.
As the fight unfolded Ururu sat down at the mouth of the Hallway with a large table of food stock with a number of her favorites. Was it dinner already? Grabbing a large pair of syringes then began rifling through the various sushis and other food stuffs unique to her culture. Well respect as host to a guest was a given. Though Hikaru had really outdone herself in preparing all this.
“Well Desco in honor of your victory would you care for some food?” Ururu waved magnanimously across the table, even as the dour red cast of hades made the entire thing look as if it were about to catch on fire. Which was odd; if that were the case wouldn’t they all feel the heat? At least it would keep the soups nice and warm for them and who ever heard of cold sushi, though some of it wasn’t hot either.
Though for many that was tradition rather than preference.
Hikaru watched the exchange with far more discerning eyes. All together this seemed rather concerning… if this child who her dreams said she was. They were looking essentially at a home grown bijuu. How such a thing was possible… in any world such a thing would need a good deal of resources. And possibly, a lacking of morality.
Something that her creator once shared.
That made her feel uneasy. It had taken a lot to get Ururu back on solid moral ground when Hikaru had realized that they could very well going down a path that had no light to walk it by. The last thing she wanted to do was expose her lover to something that would…
Well it was too late, she just had to trust in whatever God, be it the Sage or something else to give her directions.
Catching her friend’s words, “Yes I made all in honor of your victory Desco-chan.”
Something told her that this dream was going to require a lot to keep up if Ururu kept being so random and whimsical.
“It’s a very nice lab, looks like all sorts of great research can be done in it.” Ururu said with all earnestness. After all she hadn’t had access to a lab in a long time. Most of what she had done was through number crunching. It worked but not nearly as fun or as inventive.
Around her the portions of the world that weren’t her bridge seemed to transform and in doing so a large number of something happened. What that was well it looked like a the fights that were supposed to have happened with the bijuu on a number of occasions.
As the fight unfolded Ururu sat down at the mouth of the Hallway with a large table of food stock with a number of her favorites. Was it dinner already? Grabbing a large pair of syringes then began rifling through the various sushis and other food stuffs unique to her culture. Well respect as host to a guest was a given. Though Hikaru had really outdone herself in preparing all this.
“Well Desco in honor of your victory would you care for some food?” Ururu waved magnanimously across the table, even as the dour red cast of hades made the entire thing look as if it were about to catch on fire. Which was odd; if that were the case wouldn’t they all feel the heat? At least it would keep the soups nice and warm for them and who ever heard of cold sushi, though some of it wasn’t hot either.
Though for many that was tradition rather than preference.
Hikaru watched the exchange with far more discerning eyes. All together this seemed rather concerning… if this child who her dreams said she was. They were looking essentially at a home grown bijuu. How such a thing was possible… in any world such a thing would need a good deal of resources. And possibly, a lacking of morality.
Something that her creator once shared.
That made her feel uneasy. It had taken a lot to get Ururu back on solid moral ground when Hikaru had realized that they could very well going down a path that had no light to walk it by. The last thing she wanted to do was expose her lover to something that would…
Well it was too late, she just had to trust in whatever God, be it the Sage or something else to give her directions.
Catching her friend’s words, “Yes I made all in honor of your victory Desco-chan.”
Something told her that this dream was going to require a lot to keep up if Ururu kept being so random and whimsical.