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Post by Hayven on May 29, 2004 0:48:34 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, bad luck...though I have known you all my life...." I crouch low and pick a black butterfly from off a black eyed susan. Ahriman continues to fight.
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Post by Helen Gin on May 29, 2004 0:52:36 GMT -5
Helen smiles knowing Jacque was praying for luck. "No luck for Jacque..." She grins. Helen looks back at Hayven. "Hm really now? Yes, I am every where. But only appear when I want. Where there is ill fate I'm there in the shadows, unknown to the world."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 29, 2004 0:53:31 GMT -5
Bassarov flees the woods, and heads back to the rebel encampment.
"Valodya..!"
I take a step forward, and consider if I should go after him or not. I decide to. I walk back to his room, and knock on the door.
"I'm sorry I startled you... I startled myself as well. I will leave you alone if you wish."
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Post by Victoria on May 29, 2004 0:53:43 GMT -5
I move so I am laying beside my dear little Mr. Futsu. I wrap my legs in his and rub my hand down his delicate spinal column. I kiss his thick black eye lashes and his slender nose.
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Post by Hayven on May 29, 2004 0:57:00 GMT -5
"I work for Red Infinity, they created me from an Iris. The Iris is the flower that symbolizes death, since it grows along Death's winding rivers. It is the deepest of flowers, and the darkest as well. So I am so very very shaded inside. No, there is no light in me...." I am all that is lonely in the world, and at last I have seen her, the face of my misfortunes, and she is as lovely as I was afraid to imagine.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 29, 2004 1:00:04 GMT -5
"I really don't know what to think. You know I don't believe in an after life or reincarnation. Dead is dead. But you do remind me of my lost love. Maybe..."
Bassarov relinquishes any desire to compromise his atheism.
"People reincarnate one another by embodying their ideals and essense. We are all the reincarnations of those who pioneered all that we are and stand for...."
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Post by Helen Gin on May 29, 2004 1:03:18 GMT -5
"Dear, there are others in the world like you. There could never be light in me or I'd die. I was created by Louhi, and so I am part of her. Whatever happens to her happens to me. She is pure darkness, I am pure darkness.
Do you think I ever wished to live this life? Fate has funny ways of working out in its own ways. Ill fate and good fate, it all has a sum."
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Post by Ahriman on May 29, 2004 1:04:28 GMT -5
The bullets rip through the main board, leaving deep craters in the ground. The blue trail behind the bullets ignites the wood in a blue flame.
My feet touch the ground. I look up, and see a stream of blood coming from the general direction of where I last saw Jacque. I approach the burning pile of wood, and holster the gun in my right hand, since that was the arm I was shot in. I point the gun at where I think he is, and empty the remainder of the clip.
"I think this means I won."
I lick the wound on my arm.
"Are you coming, or what? Oh, I'm sorry, you're all shot up... Here, let me help you."
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Post by Hayven on May 29, 2004 1:07:26 GMT -5
"Yes...we are alike...aren't we...so then, what does that mean?" I look at her with a puzzled look. I have never found anyone who was like myself.
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Post by Helen Gin on May 29, 2004 1:09:52 GMT -5
"You'll have to figure that out yourself. What do you want it to mean?" Helen crosses her arms facing towards the fight. "D'amn. That's gotta hurt."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 29, 2004 1:11:28 GMT -5
"Alright. I'll leave. You know where to find me, Vossya."
I walk towards Mischa's quarters, and see that everything is still as it was before he died. I lay down on the bed, and look underneath it, seeing his old rifle.
I grab it, and take it apart. Wow, he never really cleaned his gun...
I take out his old cleaning supplies, and begin to clean the rifle, as a distraction in case Valodya doesn't show up again...
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Post by Hayven on May 29, 2004 1:14:03 GMT -5
"I would like a little more pain in my life, to make me real and make this world right...you can give that to me, can't you, like a complimenting shadow to an immortal night." I stand near her and watch the fight, and fight my own in my soul and mind, like ever other day, I am losing to myself.
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Post by Asher on May 29, 2004 1:15:38 GMT -5
Asher recieves her email from Ahriman and sends one back
*ahriman you should come see me sometime. I could torture you if you aren't busy after your mission. See you soon. I shal have broken the girl soon. Bye*
She smiles as she gets up from the wonderful RPG she is part of. She actually plays a meek and submissive human on it with the powers of a goddess locked inside. She gets up and leaves the red infinity rpg page up.
She walks down the hall and down the stairs. When she gets to the cell with the girl she holds her arms out.
"Tell me if you've heard this one. Jesus christ goes up to a hotel clerk and hands him 3 nails and asks 'can you put me up for the night'...I got that from a mivie and i still love using it. So your torture is going to reflect your crime. When i was young and did something bad i got whipped if i cried i got whipped more. Your punishment is reminiscant of those days. Every time you call out to your god...or anytime you pray...or anytime i think you are doing either....i will beat the sh'it out of you. Sound about right. Lets begin shall we?
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Post by Jacque on May 29, 2004 1:17:46 GMT -5
Groanig, Jacque pushed himself out of the wreckage. Hobbling onto his feet, he supported himself by his sword alone, using it as a crutch. Holding up his gun, he tried to aim it, but his left arm was completely dislocated. As he raised it he ground his teeth together, biteing back the scream as he strained to raise it.
Gasping he emptied the rest of the clip, into the ground, half unconcious from the force of the blow. Looking up he tried to see Ahriman, but could only make out a tall fuzzy shape. Looking down he began saying over and over words of scripture, at first the words where long and drawn out latin, but as the blood left his body and he neared unconsiouness he slipt back into his native french, and the words changed, becoming simply, "Father, help me. Please, help me. Just one last bit of strength. Don't Abandon me now..."
A tear rolled down his cheack as he said these last words.
Ages ago he had been given a vision, it was the vision that had given him his purpose, sense that day his moral and religous duties had become clear and unwavering, but for the first time in 3 years, his faith had wavered.
Gripping the handle of the sword tightly he stood. With the last of his strength he flew the weapon into the air, sending it crashing into the nearby building. Then, with the overwhelming dizzyness of bloodloss, he fell, the last of his energy lost as he lay on the street in a pool of his own blood.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 29, 2004 1:17:50 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to Mischa's room and sees Mikko there laying on his bed and tinkering with his gun.
He watches and says nothing. He is confused and alone. He sits on his bed next to Mikko.
"We can pretend that you are not him, since that is the only logical thing to do. We can start over as strangers and friends. What more can be done?"
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