"Thanks, but all due respect, I don't really need to sleep. Wait, one que-" He was cut off as Pit and Palutena flew off. "Nevermind." He looked at the Cherub and began following it.
And so, stuff happened, and the Cherubs lead each individual to a small room in the clouds. Instead of being made of clouds, like you would expect, everything was made of different materials and styled in all different varieties. The cherubs judged each individuals appearance and personality and lead them to rooms that suit them.
Alex Mercer got a bare, stone room. Like a insane asylum padded room. Only no padding. And it was cold.
Yasha got a room made of gold. With a gold bed. and gold sheets. And a gold drawer. and a gold light. And a gold wardrobe. and a gold nightstand.
Eyebrows got a dungeon floor with a bed in the dead center.
Airman got a room made of clouds!
Murasa got her room in her boat because her boat is an interdimensional boat of cool.
Saber and Protag O. Nist had a nice, big computer in their room and one queen sized bed with Baroque style wooden decor and a window with fine silk curtains that showed the golden skies of Skyworld.
Komachi got a small rowboat in the middle of a small lake that was in the sky. Surrounding the lake were judges stands, creating the walls of the "Room".
So Very Ugly got a room made of ugly. And by that i mean a dilapidated old living room with a bug infested couch. He should be nice and comfy there. No, I'm totally n-not l-laughing right n-now. Pfff.
Alexia got a very old, dilapidated room, almost like an Ugly's, but it was more bug infested, with cockroaches, and wasps nests, and ants crawling across the ground. The bed was a standard bed, but needless to say, was insect ridden.
Plopp was dropped by a cherub off a cloud.
Komachi looked at the cherub that was to assist her. For some reason it reminded her of a fairy...only tinier...and less anying...and a guy.
"Alright, lead on. Guess i'll save anymore questions for them later...just take me to someplace i can sleep." She said, not wanting to deal with any watery shenanigans in the bathroom...funny due to the fact that her "room" was filled with water anyway's. [i]'Oh well.'[i], she thought and got in the boat, laying back and relaxing.
"Anymore like home and i'd be worried about Shikieiji beating me awake..."
Eyebrows walked into the dungeon level room and her heart was filled with so much joy and happiness. She felt truly at home in this room. Her Cherub/Fairy was still next to her, "Hmmm Hey you wanna stick with me and be my faithful yet annoying assistant?" Eyebrows asked rhetorically of Navi, as she stuffed the cherub into her backpack.
She then summoned like 5 blobbys so they could run around and make this place feel like it was home, as she laid down in the bed and reflected.
"Praetor, we finally have a place truly befitting someone such as myself!" Saber said jubilantly as she spun around the room. "Praetor, what are we gonna do on the bed?" Saber asked as she landed on the mattress with a 'pomf' sound. Protago simply diverted his attention from his servant and tried to see if he could reach Rin Tousaka through the computer using his ingrained knowledge of the SE.RA.PH.
Navi flew up to her face again and nodded, quickly. "YES! I'LL BE YOUR ASSISTANT FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!" She's creepy, Eyebrows, don't do it.
Meanwhile, in Gensokyo. There was another flower incident going on, only much worse than the last one. Since it hadn't been sixty years since the last one, girls were confused. And Yuuka came back, so everyone was REALLY confused. Shikieiki was incredibly tired of hearing the Red-White Miko lecture her about keeping her workers in duty and was currently ready to blow something straight down to hell. "Where... In... The world... Could she be...? When she gets back... I'm going... To beat her within... An inch... Of her life.... I'm going. TO WORK HER. STRAIGHT.
INTO THE GROUND!"
I kinda feel bad for Komachi right now. Komachi, want me to run this on for as long as possible?
Protag O. was able to reconnect himself back to the Moon Cell through universe using the hyper advanced computer and his knowledge of the SE.RA.PH.
"Praetor, when I invite you into bed. YOU SHOULD COME." Saber said raising her voice as Protago dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Using his Magic Circuits he managed to connect to Rin. Wherever she was, she was currently using her magic circuits, and he could hone in on her and establish a connection.
"... Rin... Can... Can you hear me? It's me... I... I'm free for the moment apparently... Please... Are you there?" He tried desperately to get the message across.
Komachi felt a sudden chill go down her spine. Shikieiki would kill her for not doing her job for so long. She'd never been this late before, she'd at least gotten to work a little bit by now, and she'd need something more than divine intervention to help her when she got back. Anything less and she'd get die the minute she got back. Maybe she could get that 'palutena' woman to vouch for her...
She just hoped the fact that she was pulled here without her will would lessen her punishment, to at least an inch of her life. Meanwhile she shifted and squirmed as she layed there, even getting up and rowing her boat to get rid of that chill in her spine, as if to say, 'look, i'm doing my job! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!'.
"Uh, sure. Just long enough for me to find some way to justify it to my boss." She said to the voice, not sure about how to respond to it, not having talked to it before.
Rin felt someone trying to contact her while she was hacking information from the Harway Plutocracy. What she was doing was important. It would help her find His real body, if wherever it was, was within the jurisdiction of the force that occupied over sixty percent of the world. Whoever it was who was reaching out to her though felt familiar so she let the message through while she worked. As is finished she had a look of utter shock on her face.
"... He's. He's alive."
Her face suddenly beamed with both shock and a sudden joy as she replied.
"Is it really you? Are you okay? Where are you? I'm trying to lock in on your coordinates but.. It's only giving me a faint idea where to look. I'll try to reach you, no matter what it takes.
I could vouch, but that woman scares me too. Not as much, but very slightly. I'm sure it'll all work out if I explain or something, since i don't think anyone else here is going back with you, except Murasa, but she won't help. Eh. Just go to sleep, you'll be alright. I'll read ahead and check.
Yasha stared at his temporary dwelling in despair. "I finally get over the 'god' thing, and strangers begin to treat me like one. Is this a reward for humility, or some sick punishment?"
He approached the wardrobe, attempting to look inside for some fresh clothes. They did not budge, being made of solid gold and thus not meant to open like a wardrobe door normally would. Decorative and all. Yasha sighed and forced his fist through it with just a bit of mantra; by luck, these drawers DID contain fresh clothing, in the same manner as his old wardrobe. Considering how awful a shredding those had been taking, he was thankful for the opportunity to refresh himself in any way.
He moved towards the window, and attempted to pull the curtains shut. But they retained their bunched shape, being made of solid gold rather than malleable fabric. With a defeated sigh, Yasha moved the broken wardrobe in front of the window to block any peepers' views as he changed.
When he had finally finished, he moved for the bed, and attempted to pull off the sheets and allow himself to sleep. Solid gold sheets, however, are not the sort of thing to contour to one's body with embracing warmth. Rather, they're cold, and decidedly UN-contouring. As the flat sheet carefully balanced itself on his body, Yasha buried his face into his palms as he drifted off to sleep.
"Definitely a punishment."
Aw, don't be so sad, Yawshaw. It could be worse.
Yasha supposed that it really could be worse, as the scary voice said. At least it wasn't raining copper pieces on him like his less-fortunate companions.
You're right. It's raining gold pieces. Or at least that's what I'm inclined to say and do to be funny.
"Rin... If you can do that, it'd be very much appreciated... Somehow... somehow Saber is here too. It's been awhile. I hope I can see you soon. I've missed you." Protago sent out that last reply before he realized something. He digitized his soul and sent it through to her location, as he managed to appear behind her in that digital world, he hugged Rin Tousaka tightly from behind and whispered something secret to her, and only her before his pseudo-illogical use of the moon cell Un-booted him back into his body with violent force. "Praetor... Sometimes your actions wound me." Saber said through the faintest hint of a frown. "I trust that you and her would have less circumstances than you and I would, but.. It wounds me still, my Praetor." Her words cut into him and Protago and Saber simply sat in silence.
Well. the audience is waiting for a kiss. Jeebus, you two, just quit with the crap already. It's like watching a romantic comedy. Or an ani- Oh.
At his Hideout, Wily managed to pick up a signal. A strong signal. One that cut through dimensions to send a message to someone. He chuckled, his perpetual grin still on his face. "You there." He pointed to a nearby, very advanced looking robot. "Find out just who that signal was sent to and trace it. It seems our destructive friends have given us a hostage. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Airman was left alone in his cloud 'room'. Though it seemed less like a room and more of a storage container. Though he had no qualms with that, it served the fine purpose of keeping him somewhere that won't explode or be infiltrated by a giant machine, well other than him any time soon.
In fact, it reminded him of his former home of the Sky Ridge, though all it needed were the admittedly bizarre heads that the Doctor put in as platforms for... whatever reason. Though he knew for a fact it could be worse. Being stuck in a barren room waiting for something to come to him is something he's used to.
Though he was thinking, that as long as no one fucks up there chances were good. Or at least decent.
With lack of current activity Airman went to one side of the room and stared at the door.
Entering Sleep Cycle
Aiiiiirrmaaaaaannn... Aaiiiiirrmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnn... It is Iiiiii. Jimmy Paaaaaaaage.... I am talking to you through your dreeeaaaaaams. You must give me alllll your moooooooneeeeeeeeeyyy.
Airman suddenly jolted awake. Something came into his dreams... wait. Airman suddenly realized the stupidity of that sentence. He doesn't dream.
His sleep cycle was disturbed by some... strange popup for a charity, featuring a strange long haired man with a logo concerning lead zeppelins? Sounds like a farce.
Airman cursed his ad blocker for failing on the switch. If he had a computer he'd have to update that useless collection of code next chance he got.
Alex stood in the middle of his room, looking around.
"...Really?" He started pacing back and forth in his room. He would have at least appreciated something to do, even if he never slept. He was about ready to hunt down that Cherub and bash its face in, but then he remembered that Cherubs were sort of like babies, and he didn't particularly like killing babies.
I find it funny placing you in weird situations Alex. You're a big strong tentacle ma- Wait, that's not entirely right. Eh. Whatever. If you need company, I can bug you for a while. You want some pennies?
"I don't really have use for money. And did you just insult me?"
...No. Don't be silly. I'm on your side remember? No matter how snarky you all think I am or if ONE OF YOU THINKS I'M A MORE MALEVOLENT GOD THAN THAT HINDU, MULTI-ARMED PRICK, I'm still on your side. People just like humor, is all.
"Fair enough. And it's Shiva you're thinking of."
Eyebrows lay in her bed pondering to her self, when suddenly she said, "Hey Navi I'm curious why exactly did you agree to hang out with me and be my assistant. I mean you Hey you just met me and this is crazy but you're a fairy so answer maybe."
No no, he was talking about Chakravartin. Apparently I'm more malevolent than him.
Navi flittered about very quickly. "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU."
"Alright. I'm not too knowledgeable on gods. Never really worried myself with religion."
Eyebrows got an answer from the cherub but not quite the one she expected and certainly not one she wanted to hear. "Thats...nice Navi I like you to you seem like a very nice fairy/cherub thing, but you see the thing is we just met like a few hours ago. Maybe it would be for the best if we were you know friends first." she said with a friendly happy smile and warm kind eyes.
Navi licked her warm, kind eye. "LOOOVE YOOOOOOOOU." She started giggling like a happy, not creepy little girl. Jesus. Eyebrows, i'd just cut and run.
Eyebrows just sort of sat there really really confused, "Navi, that was really weird don't like my eye again." she said trying to keep her happy face up. She took a good look at the happy little cherub girl. She found herself unable to listen to the sky voice's really good advice...though the logic center of her brain said she should. Instead she pulled the Cherub into a hug and said I love you to Navi, like the strange winged little sister I never had."
As she hugged the Cherub, a strange image formed in her mind it was Navi, holding a extremely large syringe.
Murasa noticed where she was and plopped down on her familiar bed. "Yo Ichirin! Make me a sammich! I know you can hear me! I'll say you stopped wearing your bhurka or your hijab or whatever you crazy Gypsy nun types call them, and I'll have you stoned!" Murasa called lying on her bed. "Or... Just buttsecks would be cool too! Oh yeah, tell Nue I drowned some kind of turtle, she'll get a laugh out of that."
Navi was breathing heavily, with the biggest smile on her face. Then this joke got a little old and now she's just the Legend of Zelda OOT Navi again, but a cherub. no sleep was had as she warned Eyebrows to watch out! for nightmares all night.
Ichirin ran in and thought on that for a moment. "...Stone me, please."
Eyebrows tossed and turned all night as Navi's constant cries of watch out screamed out over and over again. I'm starting to think keeping her was a mistake. she thought as she finally drifted of to sleep.
"Are you sure? I mean, I'm all for hurling shit at people, but... I'm in a mood for... THAT ASS." Murasa said making the surliest face she could manage while flailing her tongue around. "Are you still completely sure?" Murasa asked motioning to her pile of stalagmites.
Ichirin's face scrinched up real tight, and sweat was building on her brow. She looked behind her. Unzan was just behind the door, but she wasn't gonna make it. The only hope was Granny Hijiri. Her eyes went to her ass for a second. She liked her ass. She didn't want it destroyed. Again. She had just finished getting surgery from Eirin to fix it, and even now it didn't feel completely natural anymore. Ichirin froze up. "... Why don't you go find that green hair you brought here a while back? You can stone me for all i care. I want my ass." By god, she was gonna go out with her ass intact if it was the last thing she did.
"Nah. Y'know what. Fuch it." Murasa said floating through her bed like a spooky ghost type person. "I'm tired of ass for the moment. I'll make my own Sammich." Murasa floated down into the kitchen and began assembling food between two pieces of bread. It was beginning to look like a scooby-doo sandwich. "This is what life's all about bro." She said rubbing the walls of her boat with her ghostly hands. "When this is over, want to live together bro?"