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Post by Lunar on May 13, 2004 2:14:30 GMT -5
"You flatter me. Ah here we... are?" Lunar stops, staring at the house. "This place is huge! Look at it. My my my..."
Lunar opens the gate, the lock snapping with a slight ping sound. Perhaps he should have unlocked it first. Oh well. He opens the front door as well, with another snapping of locks.
"I never did work well with closed things. Let's see..." he gazes around the cavern like side of the house, "I wonder where her room is..."
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Post by Bengal on May 13, 2004 2:24:59 GMT -5
Bengal laughs at her mate. He had changed the subject. Sly wolf he was. Bengal shakes her head and smiles at Lunar.
"Next time let me get the door ok love? I suppose we will have to wake the child. I do so hate doing it but we have to. Lunar hold her steady.
Vaara....Vaara honey. Vaara we're home cub. But we need to know where your room is. Vaara where is your room at cub?"
Bengal stroked the face of the child and smiled at her as her eyes fluttered open slightly.
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Post by Tensuo on May 13, 2004 2:28:29 GMT -5
Tensuo looks at Gregory's hand, then returns his gaze to the new face.
"I assume you are Jyin... In a different form of sorts."
Tensuo does not grasp his hand.
"I will follow you."
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Post by Simona Weil on May 13, 2004 2:44:32 GMT -5
I heal the man who collapsed.
"My name is Simone Weil, leader of the anarchists. What is your name?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 13, 2004 2:52:00 GMT -5
"My name is..." my mind goes blank.
"My name..." I hold my head.
"...Nice to meet you Simona..."
D'amn my head hurts...
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Post by Simona Weil on May 13, 2004 2:55:28 GMT -5
"You need some rest." I touch his forehead. He does have a nasty bruise. I look into his eyes, and I can tell that he's carrying an old soul.
"You carry the wisdom of many lifetimes. You are welcome to join the anarchists if you like. You have a political soul that burns with the fire of truth and the desire for change."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 13, 2004 2:59:06 GMT -5
"Thank you, Simona..." I can sense this, but not much else... I do desire change.
"Sure, I'll tag along for awhile."
I stand up, my wound now healed.
"Oh, and thanks for the healing by the way."
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Post by Simona Weil on May 13, 2004 3:03:58 GMT -5
"Why don't you come back with me to our hotel room? Wyrm is there, and I want to make sure that he is okay. Then later, you can meet Sasha, and Antero, the two other anarchists in my group."
I start walking back to the hotel and the stranger follows along.
"So you don't remember your name, do you? Hmm... How about... Mikko? That is a Finnish name, and I assume you are Finnish, since you are in Helsinki. It just seems to fit."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 13, 2004 3:07:15 GMT -5
"Mikko, okay, I like that..."
We arrive at the hotel room, and I see some computer nerd laying down on the bed. He looks pretty beat.
"You must be Wyrm? I can't imagine anybody other than a hacker calling himself that."
I sit on the couch, and converse with my new friends.
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Post by Antero Black on May 13, 2004 3:09:56 GMT -5
"I'm not going to fight you, we are both black soldiers in this war. So why don't you go back to the hotel, I know you want to see Simona. I'm sure she's tired from all the healing." I walk off into the crowds of injured people, and leave Sasha to himself.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on May 13, 2004 3:15:48 GMT -5
Antero disappears before I can get a word edgewise in with him.
"D'amnit..."
I holster my pistol, and walk back to the hotel among the crowds of injured people.
"Ohhh god it hurts..."
"Oh suck it up..."
I arrive back at the hotel room, a little annoyed and disheveled with my encounter with Antero. I notice a new presence in the room.
"Hello, my name is Sasha, what's your name?"
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Post by Simona Weil on May 13, 2004 3:26:35 GMT -5
"His name is Mikko, he currently has amnesia. I healed him at the concert, and he has decided to join us." I grab a warm wash cloth, and place it on his forehead.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 13, 2004 3:30:15 GMT -5
"Yes, thank you..." They all seem very nice, I might fit in very well here.
"So what happened to that one over there? Did he spend too many hours on the computer or something?" I point to Wyrm.
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Post by Simona Weil on May 13, 2004 3:33:59 GMT -5
"Wyrm, like yourself, was a victim of the explosion at the concert. That explosion was caused by our counter-part Antero Black... He lined the stage with explosives and detonated them during the final performance."
I say this sadly and look to Sasha for support. Why does Antero have to be this way? How many lives were taken by his psychotic propensity towards violence?
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on May 13, 2004 3:36:14 GMT -5
"Yes, he is a fellow anarchist, though neither Simona nor I agree with his tactics..."
I put my arm around Simona's waist.
"He really needs to learn some humility."
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