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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 1:07:38 GMT -5
"I guess it goes to show, that you never know how things will turn out."
The rain starts to come down harder. It feels good.
"Yeah, cleansing. I suppose this is nature's way of telling me to put out my cigarette."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 1:10:23 GMT -5
"Or go back inside..."
The rain starts to pour. It makes Bassarov's dark hair stringy and it clings to his face. He looks up at the sky and closes his eyes.
"I never believed in gods or angels. I hated the idea of it. I bet somewhere, they are laughing at me and the mistakes I have made."
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 1:14:55 GMT -5
I hear a loud rumble.
Oh crap!!!! The sky is falling. I run around like a chicken with it's head cut off. My stomach rumbles.
Oh, it's just my stomach. I guess it's time to go to my favorite cafe in the whole world! I turn to a little girl.
Oh. Hello. What is your name little girl. I bend down on one knee to be head high to her.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Apr 13, 2004 1:20:18 GMT -5
--Annabell--
Annabell thingyed her head to one side, confused.
My name's Annabell. How 'bout yours? she said. The sky can fall?
Rain then started to fall.
Mr. Elf, is this the liquid form of sky? If so, then you're right! The sky is falling!
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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 1:22:20 GMT -5
"My father was an angel.
I know, it goes against the communist ideas, to believe in higher beings. But, I can assure you, he was no f'ucking higher being. He was just as bad as everyone else. It doesn't matter if certain beings call themselves gods or angels, they are not any different than us. The only reason that they have any more power is because weak saps give it to them."
My clothes are drenched, but I would rather stand out in the rain than go back inside with the unruly rebels. Besides, rain fits my personality.
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 1:24:31 GMT -5
Um, right. Hello Annabell, how are you today? And to answer your question my name is.... I look behind her and see walking things
Righhhttt.... Oh, what? My name is Brady. Nice to meet you Annabell. I stick out my hand for her to shake.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 1:25:22 GMT -5
"I agree. There is enough tyranny in the mortal world. Must we be ruled by the gods as well? No one is born above anyone else on account of race. So why should we be subject to the rule of these immortal races. Perhaps when I die, I will start a revolution in heaven...or hell...wherever I am sent."
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Apr 13, 2004 1:28:39 GMT -5
--Annabell--
Annabell grasped his hand with both of hers and shook it vigorously.
Can you cook? Annabell asked suddenly. I'm hungry.
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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 1:28:49 GMT -5
"I do not subject myself to them, weak people do. I will be under no man and no god."
I can well imagine that Bassarov would try to create a revolution in the afterlife... if there is an afterlife. I say, when I die, I die and feed the worms.
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Post by Axum on Apr 13, 2004 1:31:59 GMT -5
[goes to find Sayuka and sees her in front of the church]
"How's things going?, How is your training?
[walks up to her]
"You feel like giving me a demonstration of those skills?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 1:34:00 GMT -5
"This talk should be dampering my mood. But it is not. I like the rain and talking to you. I wish I had more time just to think and talk. Sometimes I feel so heavy with responsibility for everyone. I wish I was a better leader."
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 1:35:01 GMT -5
I laugh.
That's just where I was headed. Without letting herhand go, I got up and took her to the cafe across the street.
I'll be paying so order anything you want. Then you can go back to the church with your little pet friends.
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Post by Sayuka on Apr 13, 2004 1:38:44 GMT -5
"I think I have time enough to show you my skills."
[shadow=violet,left,300]
We walk to the back of the Church. I draw my katana.
I grab a carton of over riped strawberries. I throw them into the air, cutting each into eight perfect slices with precise movements of the sword.
[/shadow]
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Apr 13, 2004 1:39:05 GMT -5
--Annabell--
Annabell's face lightened up at the mention of her pets. She glanced back at them.
Y'know, my trainer created them. We cooked made some food and he created pets out of them! she said.
They seemed to know that they mostly likely will not be allowed at Annabell's next destination. They made their way back into the church. Besides, Chocolate was beginning to melt.
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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 1:40:14 GMT -5
"Bassarov, you are a great leader. The calibur of the leader, however is dependant upon his followers. You can be no better a leader than they are followers. You do a good job. Hell, who else could put up with this f'ucking mess?"
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