(Marcia) O-okay then. Thank you for your hospitality.
(chuckles at Nephew's advice, though she's still embarrassed by all the head puns he's using) Right... I'll keep that in mind.
(Luma) Likewise, Luma. Call us Cerva and Sis from now on. I hope we can get along.
(Sis, naturally, has a harder time of that, since she's currently accosting Audreybot, getting all up in her grill like she's picking a fight)
Sis, don't... I'm sure it was a joke.
"Shake the dust." - Anis MojganiTo what end? Does one exist who you find disagreeable? A rival, who seeks your undoing? Or a friend who does you benefit? Or a mighty patron, sat firmly upon the throne of the mighty, who doth bequeath blessings and curses on their whims?
-Looks at Uncle and Felicia-
... mm. I would suppose then that you two are comrades. Whichever of you possesses seniority shall be the one with whom I desire to converse, for I must have the wisest of knowledges and interaction in my search for the dark entity, Cori Magistralis, for whom I have been hunting for the imposition of justice.
-She looks between Gav and Angelica-
I'd be grateful for both of you!
She was a girl I wanted for date. Loving. But she doesn't for me.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Nephew) Yeah... I want to think she inherited the uh... (ahem)... ‘warrior’ part of my personality from before.
(Sis stares down Audreybot, before performing the classic ‘I’ve got my eye on you’ gesture, then accepting Marcia’s room key, tossing it in her hand casually)
(Audreybot) I’m really sorry, but please try not to anger Sis too much. I can’t control her actions.
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani... A moment of time is required! I shall answer this query posthaste.
-Turns from Felicia to Maeva-
Ah, dating, yes. I was offered such a proposition in exchange for information as to our current cause and must attend one with a human. The notion amuses me, although still the nature of the action eludes my orbit. However... this love, in what way were you lead to believe it could exist? Were you fashioned by this creature, or it by you? Were you molded from the same dull clay, given the same essence, touched by the same hands? The notions held in regards to love here are foreign to my sensibilities, childish, perhaps.
-Pauses-
And as an aside, I should enjoy it greatly if you could furnish me with the knowledge of what is a Cereal Killer? I have been asked if that is the manner in which I identify.
... Never once has by my hand a being perished. No pleasure I take in combat and violence even in a non-lethal sense, and rarely do I contact other beings, thus not providing me a chance to engage in such actions. I am above such barbarities. I simply wish to acquire an object stolen from me by this dark creature!

-He glances at Audrey-
That's offensive.