The Insulted and Injurred

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter sits up, rubbing his head. "Oh man... that was a big blast." The shock wave from the stage had knocked him out. Judging from the sky he'd been out awhile.

"Chastity?" Peter stands up, looking around, "Chastity? Where are you?"

[Rodthingy Maestro-Reborn]

I see people are starting ot gather, this is good. I can't wait to start, Im really tired.

"Im glad you have reconsidered leaving us, Bassarov. Your presance wiould be sorely missed."

[Tarsky Merstov]

"Im glad your so happy here, antero. I bet you cna't wait for the May Day parade, hu? We're even gonna let you out for it, isn't that nice of us?"

[Deetric Proudmore]

"Our sincerest apologies for your treatment madam." The door of Sonjia's cell opens and a man steps inside, the door closing behind him, One of his arms is tucked behind his back and in the other he holds some folded cloth.

He hands the cloth to Sonjia. On closer viewing it's a folded cotton robe, plain gray. The man is dressed in a black suit with a light blue tie. The left half of his face is hidden by a mask. The mask is dull gray as well, with thin long red strokes along it vertically.

"You are Sonjia yes?" He bows slighty, "I am Deetric Moroii."

[Sonjia]

I stare at the man with half a mask and slowly reach out my hand and grab the clothes.
Thank you .... and yes my name is Sonjia,
Mr.Deetric Moroii.
I said his name some what slow to get the sounds right.

[Zero 009]

With his jets, from the countryside, Zero glides toward the Church on word that a funeral would be held for all the rebels who died and for Mischa (Kaschei? Which one died?).

On arrival, he sees that most of the rebels he knows have assembled. It is good to see such union since the concert. But even the concert hadn't seemed as... 'together'.

[Deetric Proudmore]

"Please, simple Deetric is fine, or Dee, if you prefure." Moroii takes his other hand from behind his back. It's holding a thermos. He draws two collapsable cups from his pocket and fills them with teas, offering on it Sonjia.

"I have come to try and understand why your being held. As far as I can see, you've done nothing. Have you been made aware of the charges against you?"

[Zshar-ptitsa]

What s the deal? There is some church gathering, and I see swan walk in. So, I follow, still in human form. I walk in, and sit in the pew behind Swan.

[Anutsaka]

Anutsaka delights at the idea that the church bustles with activity at this very moment. Though people have passed away, it seems more of a joyous event than he had expected.

Though funerals were meant to be sad, he had always believed in them being happy, something to rejoice. Assuming they were good people, wouldn't it better if they went to heaven instead of living a tortured life as a human?

Despite that, it was good to see the amount of people who suddenly began to be walking in.

[Sonjia]

I look at the glass and then back at Deetric.
Iam sorry but I must refuse the drink.
I say politely not as to hurt his feeling.

"I have come to try and understand why your being held. As far as I can see, you've done nothing. Have you been made aware of the charges against you?"
Deetric explan

HUm as far as I know is because I destory some of the land here only because they tried to capture me, seeing how I am a usauran and all, so I guess they figure they could just pack me to a camp and leave me to do all thier hard work as if I was some kind of animal.

[Deetric Proudmore]

"Well, I'm not sure what they have you charged with. But it seems to me," he sips his tea, "That you were doing good work before. Didn't you work in a rape clinic?"

[Machiavelli]

((couldn't wait on someone i see;)))

Mac is outraged that he got sent down here in the first place...but then to be interrupted and ignored was too much even for the black dragon.

Mac listened as the man spoke and interrupted briefly.

"Deetric...When you are done playing the good guy lemme know. We have a new operative coming in especially for this purpose....torture i mean. I shall be upstairs waiting."

Mac went back upstairs. He could act civilly enough even if he was madder than hell. He eyes were rising purple flames. Hey thought to himself.

*Ok Kaschei why the hell did you send me down to the dungeon if they were already sending someone?* Mac shakes his head as he sits on the bench outside of the door.

[Sonjia]

I nod and sign
WEll before then I work at a freinds clinic before the reds closed it down. Then after that I tried to get another job but the red infinity wouldn't let me becuase of my race.
I decide to have a drink of tea and end up drinking the whole thing.
Then I was chased down by the cops and arrested... just for beating down a couple of men for the wrong behaviors, I busted out of jail and Aris help me get my own clinic where I worked untill I was place back in this place.


(occ: sorry mac YOU can still beat me up ;D HAHAHHA ...................................
.......... yeah )

[Asher]

She walked down the hall her leather pants and top (with her mask) a unique combination to the lookers on. Every step held confidence. The reflexes and nimbleness of a cat showing in every stride. So just from her walk you could tell Asher was no mere human.

Her heels clicked on the floor of the ministry of terror as she went in search of her new master. Fresh from being released from the ministry of science finally, shewas ready for a position to prove herself. As she walked she noticed what smelled like a dragon sitting on a bench.

"Can you tell me where Kaschei is? I need to report."

She stood infront of him shifting from one foot to the other.

[Machiavelli]

Mac could smell her...he knew who she was. And he smiled at this.

"Ah my dear Asher come to us at last? Ha ha....well i am Mac. I am seen around Kaschei a lot as i am an operative as well.....yes well go to the end of the hall there. You will see a big door all the way to the end. That is his office. Just go and knock. I am sure he is expecting you."

Mac watches the woman as she heads down the hall. My my but does he like leather!!!! If he was a less loyal dragon he might....A smile crept across his lips. He then leaned back resting his head on the bench looking up to the ceiling once more.