Hopeless Conversations

[Helen Gin]

Helen now sat on a high wall in France. She was watching Jacque and Ahriman. It was nice not to be a dog for once, and after that idoit she needed to cool off.

Just how she got around so quickly through, no one would ever know. This fight should be fun, too bad they were going to have some bad luck through.

[Ahriman]

I tilt my head down and smile under my hat. My old friend Hayven has arrived, and this'll be the perfect reunion ceremony.

"Art is for pathetic mortals who try to squeeze as much worth out of their waning worthless existance as they possibly can. Maybe you won't be as fun as I anticipated, I hope you don't disappoint me."

I squeeze the trigger, the streets of Paris roar with the sound of the .50 bullet leaving the barrel of my gun.

[Hayven]

I stand back against a ruined building, my hair hangs over one eye, but i am always half blind, so this makes no difference. I watch as Ahriman attacks the Ch'ristain man. I like to see the religious brought to their knees before the true religion of suffering, and the baptism of reality's endless pain. i am here if you need me.

[Jacque]

The bullet zooming toward Jacque didn't quite make it's mark. Sliding the Sword of Saint Michael from it's case, Jacque met the missile, stopping it by a hairs breath. Though the impact from the bullet shook the holy blade, jarring his arm fearcly.

All the banter and non-chalant fronts where over now. Raising his own gun, Jacque pumped off the rounds, intent on bringing this man before it was to late.

[Roane]

Roane walked on and did not look back. She had not thought anyone would question them. She hoped Grove and the rest were allright. Tovio was a strong man but the others had been tortured probably. She went to the forest not so far from the ministry and waited underneath the guise of the trees.

~Help me hide until my friends return my dear ones. Trees which stand tall and proud shade me and keep me hidden.~

And thus she was. Only those in tune with nature would be able to find her. So she wited for Grove.

[Helen Gin]

Helen leans over the wall her face infrount of Hayven's. "Boo." She grins but it quickly fades as her glasses fall off. Helen flips off the wall gracefully. She picks up her glasses and stands as she places them back on. "Who are you?"

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

"Alright, Vos-err... Comrade..."

I scratch my head, unsure how to address him now. A feeling of slight anxiety swells up inside of me.

" I'm sorry... I'm probably just confused... I haven't been myself ever since I set foot back in Helsinki. Although I'm not exactly sure who myself is at this point in time..."

I avert my eyes from him.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov senses that Mikko is not at ease with him.

"Call me Valodya..."

He walks a bit farther, not sure what to say. But since he is not one to beat around the bush he just asks about it.

"So anyway, you seem a bit nervous around me. Most people have no problem talking to me, since I tend to be easy to talk to...are you bi?"

[Hayven]

i am the plant that grows in shade, who shys away from the light, since it hurts me so...you may call me Hayven. I make a pouty face and run my hands through my shaggy blue hair.

[Ahriman]

The bullets mostly whizz past me, as I foresaw his counter-attack. I duck, holster my handgun, and exchange it with two sub machine guns. My legs press forward, and I lung parallel to Jacque, spraying bullets from both weapons at him. I land, rolling behind a box, and reload. I notice that my right arm had been hit in two places.

I smile at the crimson stain on my clothes.

"You're not bad, but you're going to have to do better than that against me."

I holster the submachine guns, and pull out both of my handguns this time. I jump high up into the air, and fire 2 shots from each handgun at him, the bullets are enchanted, leaving a dark blue spiral trail behind them.

[Helen Gin]

"Hmm... Call me Helen. I'm the omen of ill fate. Of course... I hope your not as stupid as the last person I met." Helen says placeing one hand on her left hip. "Your friend's a pretty good fighter."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

His sudden honesty does not startle me for some reason.

"Yes, I am bisexual. I think that's what might be making me so awkward, Valodya. I think... I think I once loved you..."

I make eye contact with him.

"And I think I still may... Vossya... We still haven't taken that trip to the hermitage..."

My memories slowly begin to filter back in, but there are still a lot of holes. I remember well enough that I had a different body, and that this man standing before me was my lover.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov steps back. This is all an illusion. He is oppressed by a grief stricken mind. He has become delusional, he is convinced of that.

He becomes pale and shakey.

"Mikheal is dead, we cremated his body...I..I have to go..."

Bassarov backs away quickly, backing up the trail. He turns around and leaves Mikko, leaving for the solitude of his room, where he can collect his thoughts.

"I am losing my mind..."

[Jacque]

Jacque was dumbfounded by this new opponet's abilities, it was one thing killing rapists and murders, but this man, he was obviously not something of this plain of reality. Rolling back he used his legs to shield his key organs. When he came up, he was standing next to the fruit stand he had just visited only a few moments ago, his leg's bleeding in torents. The pain was unbarible, and had he not been rushing with adrenilen, he doubted he could have possibly remained standing.

He didn't have much time to think before Ahriman leaped from behind his barier, firing those d**ned possesed bulliets. Thinking fast, Jacque knocked over the stand, kicking the main board into the path of the bulliets, praying to his maker and to good old lady luck. ((you decide what the bulliets do, i don't know what kind of magic they are))

[Sasha Kropotkin]

I stare up at the sky, and I see a story being told by the stars. A story of countless lovers, staring up at the sky, intoxicated by their infinite vastness, and chaotic harmony with everything else. One can't help but feel as one with the universe when they gaze upon them. They bring me to places I've never seen.

I sigh contently, and smile, closing my eyes. The universe gently cradles my soul, and lulls me to a secure sleep.