Thread: THP: The Dividing Line (Start-Up)

"Oh my goodness...... If only Alyra were alive." said Asilla. "Uh, who's this?" she said, pointing at Noah.

"Don't worry. It's just a minorly.... hindering development. But quite nice. I guess."

"That's Noah. The baby's dad."

"Oh! That's right! Stay right there!" Ozias ran for a cloth, bursting back into the room seconds later.

OOC: How am I going to pull this off?! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

"Whatever you need help with ill help you," Opal said actually showing emotion. "You're so lucky."

Asilla was excited. But then she slapped Milena. "Don't push me." she said.

Ozias looked inside the child's mind. "Don't worry! I know, I know, it's cramped. We're getting you out, don't worry. Yes, I know what I'm doing!"

OOC: How do you think I feel? Milena's my character!

"No, not really. I had younger siblings, every one annoying as hell. This is going to hurt, I'm sure. Oh, Ozias... Don't. I'm fine, just need some sleep."

Asilla fainted at the thought of birth. In the living room. Oh Arceus, did I just get into an irreversible mess?

"No, I didn't mean they're coming out now. Yes, I know you do! But it's nice and warm in there, and heck, you do not wanna be out here!" Ozias caught Asilla. "Yes, she's fine, she's just panicking. Which is not really fine I suppose, but..."

"Do you need help getting upstairs?"

"Oh, piss... Ozias, Lab 1's still around, right? After this, I may need a new body." She turned. "No, thanks. I'm not that human."

Asilla landed at Ozias' feet.

OOC: No she didn't. Ozias caught her again.

"What's little Stormageddon going to do then? They call themself that, apparently. How're they gonna grow up if their mother isn't around?"

"You're not keeping it?"

OOC: THEN PUT IT UP!!!!

Asilla awoke in Ozias' arms and blushed a little before running to the kitchen trash can to puke.

"What? No, I'm not going to die! And yes, I'm keeping it!"