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Post by Omadon on Apr 19, 2004 2:48:37 GMT -5
"I understand Jareth. I'll stay here, until I can perfect my art and keep the gift of life, even after death. Until then, I guess your stuck with me."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 19, 2004 2:53:37 GMT -5
"Very well, torture me, whatever. I've done it all before..."
Bassarov sits in the corner of the cell. Moira beats him a little and he just sits there.
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Post by Jareth on Apr 19, 2004 2:57:57 GMT -5
She snuggles into him.
"Good. Now you had talked of samples. What do you need. I can help. I want to help. I want to learn from you as well as be a part of you."
She looked at him smiling in the afterglow.
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Post by Omadon on Apr 19, 2004 3:00:26 GMT -5
"Simply put I need blood. Blood is the best way to gather the information on a subject because it has a little of everything I need. For some projects flesh or an aura piece is needed but of this, a little blood will do.
With that blood, I can find out the powers and weaknesses of all the rebels, or even worse things. It's all very exciting."
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Post by Moira on Apr 19, 2004 3:01:25 GMT -5
I slap the dark haired rebel around and kick him in the gut, He really is a wimp. After I pound him a little, I leave him passed out in the cell.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 19, 2004 3:06:02 GMT -5
Bassarov passes out in the cell and dreams of nothing,
((note to rebels: do not rescue me until you are told too!!!!))
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Post by Jareth on Apr 19, 2004 3:12:41 GMT -5
"When do we start. I would like to help as much as i can. Any certian rebels i should get blood from? When you get your samples how long till you have the art of life after death complete? Tell me."
She geniunely wants to learn. SHe still wants to be a great sorceress.
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Post by Sophia on Apr 19, 2004 3:16:28 GMT -5
I've been getting weaker in this cell as the days pass. I have no idea how long I've been in here, only that every once in awhile, someone comes down to torture me.
F'ucking men...
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Apr 19, 2004 5:04:58 GMT -5
I arrive to the press conference 20 minutes early. I have everything together for the pack of ravenous reporters.
"What kinds of questions do you think they're going to ask, Vincent?
"Well Mister Futsu, you should be prepared. It's about Keitoleinen and what he did in Helsinki."
"Ahh wonderful... This job sucks sometimes..."
"I'm sure you'll handle it well."
I'm on in five minutes. I straighten my tie, stand up straight, and head out to the podium.
"There has been a lot of talk and speculation in regards to the recent Destruction of Helsinki, and the potential that Red Infinity was involved. Given the fact that Helsinki houses the rebel forces, and as many of you know, they have had a huge increase in activity as of late, this rumor is not surprising. Rebels will do anything to try and demonize Red Infinity. Based upon the information gathered from geologists, as well as civilian and Red Infinity seismologists, our official statement is this: The recent disaster which happened in Helsinki had been tripped by natural causes. A bizarre and powerful underwater earthquake, doubled by the effects of strong winds coming off the Baltic Sea, caused a tidal wave to flood the city. We extend our hands and hearts out to those who have lost loved ones in this tragedy, but we are in no way involved. Questions."
"Mr. Futsu! How does Red Infinity explain that there is evidence of there being swarms of locusts, rats, vultures, and other sorts of creatures which are not native to anywhere in Finland, let alone Helsinki, just prior to the flooding?"
"What are you implying by this? That some sort of God came down, and rained plagues down on this city? If there were any sorts of creatures in Helsinki before the flood, then they must have been native. All reports contrary to this are false."
"But Mister Futsu, the volume of reports that support this are absolutely staggering. How can you say that they are all false?"
"Who made those reports, if I may so candidly inquire? Most likely rebel rabble-rousers trying to demonize the good works of Red Infinity to forward their twisted agenda. I stand by my word, anything to the contrary of the official line is false. That is all the time we have now for questions, thank you."
I leave the podium, a swarm of angry reporters demanding that I answer more questions.
"Whew, good job sir... You even had me going for awhile..."
"Thank you Vincent. Call me a cab, I'm going out tonight."
"Don't you want me to drive?"
"No thank you, you've had a long enough day, I can just take a taxi. You can call it a night, I will see you tommorow."
"Thank you sir... You have a good evening, I will see you tommorow."
I get in the taxi, and head to a teleportation booth. I teleport to Helsinki to see this city for myself, and sit down at a bar. I order a drink.
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Post by Victoria on Apr 19, 2004 5:17:57 GMT -5
I drink my cosmopolitan, I look up, and I see Mister Futsu. After a day with no luck in finding Mercutio, he's a sight for sore eyes.
"Well well, fancy meeting you here. I saw you on TV today, you did a good job. It must get awfully stressfull."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Apr 19, 2004 5:23:47 GMT -5
"Wow, Victoria. What are the odds. One night, we're both in Moscow, another night, we're both in Helsinki."
I take a swig of my drink.
"It does get pretty stressful, dealing with those animals. The press are like mountain lions, and I am their meat. I have to do my best to convince them that I am rotten, and that there is fresh meat elsewhere. But like most mountain lions, they seldom listen to reason.
You in town on business? You never told me, but I can probably guess at what it is you do."
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Post by Victoria on Apr 19, 2004 5:28:24 GMT -5
"I don't much care for meat, but I do like the bone."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Apr 19, 2004 5:34:50 GMT -5
I cough in mid drink, liquor comes out of my nose.
"Ahh erm... I uh... I remember doing this once before..."
I collect myself.
"You really aren't one for beating around the bush, I like that. Too many people fog what they want on a cloud of winks, and smiles."
I take another swig.
"Your winks and smiles aren't foggy at all. They're rather endearing, but you have a different sort of fog. I know you aren't the vixen that you pretend to be. Since my profession is that of spreading lies, I seek truth, and I have become rather good at it. So tell me, Ms. Victoria, what is it that you're clouding over?"
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Post by Victoria on Apr 19, 2004 5:37:46 GMT -5
I almost drop my glass at the accusation. What could he mean? I am exactly the woman that I portray.
"I think you've had a little too much to drink, Mr. Futsu. You're seeing things that aren't there."
I fumble for my silenced 9mm walther ppk in my purse, and stick it into his back.
"You should watch what you say, I am a dangerous woman. Now we're leaving this place and going to my hotel."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Apr 19, 2004 5:43:56 GMT -5
I spill my drink on my suit after jumping when the cold steel barrel of her gun digs into my back. I try to remain calm and collected, nobody has ever pointed a gun at me before, let alone at point blank.
"I have a hunch that this pistol of yours has something to do with your acquantance to Red Infinity."
She is not amused by my statement, and pushes me to her car. I think I hit a soft spot. I should've known that the speck I saw through the fog was very well concealed. She doesn't like conceeding her power.
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