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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Jun 7, 2004 2:58:46 GMT -5
Despite my somewhat frail appearace my stomach is rock hard. I look Dinari in the eyes and say "Good. I want you to keep the supply lines secure from now on. I will be placing guards around the oil supplies as an additional precaution."
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 7, 2004 3:01:32 GMT -5
"Come on Minako, I need you to work on those articals with me for our new zine."
I give her the puppy dog eyes.
"Do it for America, for Freedom, for democracy, and to show those commi b'astards that capitalism is forever!"
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Post by Damien Fireheart on Jun 7, 2004 3:01:57 GMT -5
Damien is slightly taken aback by her statement before she dissapears into her room. Hesitating with the door half open for a moment, he continues into his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He carefully takes off his coat and lays it on the floor, reaches into one of its pockets, and pulls out a folded plastic looking material. Slowly he unfolds it to reveal a large plastic looking sheet. He lays it on the bed and climbs on top of it. He drifts off into sleep.
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Minako Anio
Full Member
Capitalist Writer/Scientist
"Freedom isn't free."
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Post by Minako Anio on Jun 7, 2004 3:04:06 GMT -5
"Fine, but only becasue I need something to do." Minako says crossing her arms and yawning. "Are we going to sit here, or start working on it?"
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 7, 2004 3:08:55 GMT -5
"It is getting late. I am going to head back to the mansion. But I want you to write an article on eating disorders and one on the perfect diet.*Yawn*"
I look at my watch and it is already 2am.
"Hop in my car everyone, I can take us back."
I go to my car and wait for everyone to get inside. When they are inside I buckle up and leave for my mansion. When I get back I greet my servants and head to bed.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 7, 2004 3:20:51 GMT -5
Bassarov places his hand on Kisa's head and reads her mind. He then uses his ability to sense world events to know what has happened.
"So many operatives are getting captured by Red Infinity. I can not let this happen, I am the one who organizes the rebels and I am the one who should pay for this."
Bassarov puts on his black jacket and walks toward the door.
"I am going to Moscow to negotiate the release of the prisoners. At least John and Kai, since he is on our side. I am not sure about the others, but I will do what I can. Even anarchists and capitalists are enermies of Red Infinity and our allies in this war."
The revolutionary leaves and goes to the train station. He gets on the first train to Moscow so he can see to the release his friends.
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Anna Lightsoul
Senior Member
Priestess
The world needs, at least a few people, to believe. So others can have hope.
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Post by Anna Lightsoul on Jun 7, 2004 3:45:58 GMT -5
Anna finally came back to her old self after thinking about getting a bow and arrow, if she ever got out of here. She sighs looking at her chains. The torturers didn't even pay any notice to her.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 7, 2004 3:58:22 GMT -5
Bassarov is depressed on the train. He knows there is only one way for him to gain the release of the rebels. There is only one thing he can give Red Infinity and that is himself. He hates the Ministry of Terror, and this time, he knows he will be there for a good long time. He has to. Someone has to pay for what the rebels have done. But the other rebels are young and do not know how to play the game that Red Infinity asks them to play. Bassarov is a veteran of the hardship inflicted by Red Infinity. He knows the rules, and how to walk the line.
He falls asleep to the gentle rumbling of the wheels over the track. He is tired of the fighting. He is just tired.
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Post by Zack on Jun 7, 2004 4:18:54 GMT -5
i walk through the woods looking around, there was supposed to be a cabin here. i look around. how can a cabin just disappear... i crumble up the piece of cloth which i was using as a map and it catches fire, i hold it in my hands until there is nothing but ashes. i sigh and look around. it cant be far..... i start walking through the woods, keeping my ears open to the plants
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jun 7, 2004 5:18:45 GMT -5
***A long post, but PLEASE READ!!!!***
((Moderator: In regards to powerplaying, as well as a few thoughts from this moderater, a few words have to be said:
Number 1, John, don't ever completely and blatantly disregard an admin's opinion, or else posts will be deleted, this is your absolutely positively last warning, I am through messing around with you.
Number 2, and building on that, those characters you mentioned, John, are powerful because they are higher ups in Red Infinity, of course they are probably going to kick your ass. So you can't win against Red Infinity, there are other battles you can fight, and this RPG isn't all about battles anyways. Maybe there are some underlying messages being portrayed here, like maybe teleporting into Lady Violet's office and attacking her *probably* isn't going to overthrow Red Infinity, while on the other hand, maybe more nonviolent, non-traditional methods work better.
Number 3, everybody is guilty of powerplaying, (except for me of course, haha!! ), but by and large, it's mostly unintentional, which is why moderators have been created to catch people as they do it. I consider myself a fair battler as this character at least, but seeing people instantly heal, and/or completely ignore certain attacks just totally makes me want to play cheap as well to balance things out. It sucks to lose a fight, I know, but sometimes you have to bite the bullet, and have some tragedy happen to one or two of your beloved characters. If only good things happened to your characters, this rpg would be really really lame. The same goes for if only bad things happen to your characters I know, but to avoid bad things happening to your characters, work with the other groups, and follow some rules. I don't want to be a huge fuddy duddy and say that you can't do your own thing, but have a little more substance in your posts than sex and fighting. I am not accusing anybody of this by the way, I am just saying, in general.
Number 4, with no names being mentioned here, please refrain from personal attacks, and keep it respectful between fellow RPG'ers when moderating. I have seriously been hitting my keyboard against my forehead after reading some of these 'you're powerplaying!', 'no, *you're* powerplaying!!' posts between moderators, please, be respectful and a little more intelligent.
Sorry for the long post, but it had to be said. This isn't meant as a personal attack on anyone, or to make the RPG less fun, this is meant to make the RPG more fun. There are plans for Red Infinity, and I hope you like them.))
***Thank you***
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Post by Zack on Jun 7, 2004 5:50:07 GMT -5
i stop and look around, this placed looked more fertile then the rest of the area. 'wonder why....', i shrug and start walking again, glancing around. . wonder who the leader is... i forgot to ask, but that would probably be for the best... since it is a rebel group.... i sigh and look towards a stream then infront of me agian
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Post by Set on Jun 7, 2004 6:19:30 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry about the delay, I was busy))
I return to my human form and turn to Aries. "You handled that well, thank you for coming along."
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Post by Ahriman on Jun 7, 2004 6:22:04 GMT -5
I open the door to the dungeon a crack, and listen to the screams of the prisoners. Clearly Asher's work. I walk down the stairs.
"May I be your apprentice for the evening?"
I smile, and tip my hat to her.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 7, 2004 8:52:35 GMT -5
Weary, Bassarov gets off at the station in Moscow and makes his way through the dark gray city to the monolithic Ministry of Terror. The most impressive building in Moscow, a tall obsidion building with gray windows, aching toward the red sky. The building casts a long shadow, shading other buildings and the fearful people in the streets.
The city has the ambiance of terror. People speak in hushed tones and wear muted colors. None want to draw attention to themselves, lest the shadow fall on them.
Bassarov walks toward the imposing building, through crowds of his fellow countrymen and women. He walks past a network of propaganda bill boards, with pictures of Lady Violet and bright red cyrillic letters.
The posters promise freedom and prosperity in the language of politcal rhetoric and visual cliche.
He draws closer to the building, and feels that as he does, his energy is sapped.
By the time he is at the doors, he is as gray and colourless as the city itself.
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Post by Sinipunainen on Jun 7, 2004 9:28:03 GMT -5
Sin realizes that Damien hadn't returned from Lady Violet's. Busting out his large black wings, Sin rears and bursts into a headwind into the direction he wished to travel. He saw Bassarov entering the RI HQ.
'Oh well... I just wonder where Fireheart is...'
Flying overheard, he saw Damien enter a building, but not come out.
'I wonder if he forgot...' Sin thinks, snickering at the thought.
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