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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 10, 2004 20:17:44 GMT -5
Bassarov hears someone's voice. He raises his head weakly to see it is Antero Black, the anarchist.
"Would you not do the same for your fellow anarchists?"
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Post by Surma on Jun 10, 2004 20:19:08 GMT -5
Surma ran to a group of cyclops.When Surma was near,they attacked by swingging there clubs.Surma jumped up into the air and punched the cyclopse that was infront of him,in the eye.Surma did a half spin doing an elbow strike at the cyclopse that was beside the one that was attacked a few seconds ago.The two cyclops that were physicaly assualted,in the same time were moved back by the power.Surma landed onto the ground.Surma ran forward to the elevator.But he was attacked by a club.He jumped over the club and continued to run for the elevator which was still very far away.
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Post by Omadon on Jun 10, 2004 20:19:16 GMT -5
Omadon injects Kallen with the pain killers, forcing her muscles to relax. As she does he gathers materials from around the room and prepares the next step, "I don't know much about machines Kaschei. Have this Unit 4 report in as soon as possible."
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Post by Antero Black on Jun 10, 2004 20:19:42 GMT -5
"I might, but that is different. We are the same. We are all anarchists. You are a lone Trotskyist in the midst a hodge podge of rebels. Even my anarchists have enough vision to guide themselves."
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Post by Kaschei on Jun 10, 2004 20:21:43 GMT -5
"Indeed I shall."
Kaschei sends an e-mail to Unit 4, so that she knows that she is needed by Omadon. He also explains her mission to reprogram, or control Hope98 once Kith and Genovia capture her.
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Post by Omadon on Jun 10, 2004 20:24:39 GMT -5
Omadon, muttering under his breath in Draconic, considers this new project. He is concerned. Kaschei should not be tossing orders about, Lady Violet should. The mage has always been power hungry. Is this a forward of a new power play? Worry about it later.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 10, 2004 20:26:34 GMT -5
"That is not true. Mischa, Sayuka, and Axum are each Socialists. We simply work with a variety of other people who have similar goals, or whose goals can be enhanced by our support and leadership. Politics asside, they are my friends and I have a responsiblity toward them. They do not know how far they can push Red Infinity before being captured. I had to do this."
Bassarov does not like Antero, since he was the one who ruined the concert. He cares nothing for more sensible means to twart the government.
"Why are you here anyway, Antero? What trouble did you cause this time?"
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Post by Antero Black on Jun 10, 2004 20:29:31 GMT -5
"We held Mr. Futsu and Illidan captive in order to free Simona. It was great. We stormed the economic summit and took Futsu hostage. What does your group do? Nothing...Heh."
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Post by Surma on Jun 10, 2004 20:30:26 GMT -5
The elevator was blocked off by two cyclops.Surma jumped over the cyclops and landed.Surma did two elbow strikes at the two cyclops from the behind.The power sent them crashing with the other cyclops.Surma entered the elevator heading for the third floor.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Jun 10, 2004 20:31:20 GMT -5
Kaze was unsure what to do. Holding the pudeo in her hand she lifted it inspecting it and then postioning her hands. Suddenly fippling in on it's side, so the it was horizontal she pushed forward.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 10, 2004 20:33:26 GMT -5
"We put on the concert, which you ruined, and we are currently teaching classes in Helsinki. We prefer more non violent ways to twart Red Infinity...since the other ways tend to get a person killed or captured." Bassarov smiles a little.
"Anyway, those are just as constructive. What does violence accomplish? Nothing. At least this way we can mobilize the people to some day stand up to Red Infinity and reject the regime on a large scale. We are fomenting a revolution. Such things take time and people. Our day will come."
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Post by Antero Black on Jun 10, 2004 20:36:48 GMT -5
"Time and people? How many people does it take to assasinate a leader, and how much time does it take to blow up a building. We are the revolution. Screw the people. They are just sheep. Somebody has to tear down the fence. That is what I do."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 10, 2004 20:43:28 GMT -5
"Chaos is an oppression unto itself. People are oppressed by uncertainties, competition, and survival. I believe that people should be self governing, and that the only valid government is one which truly is the voice of the people. But I disagree that absense of any governing system is desireable until politics evolves to the point where people are self governing through cooperation and a community of equality and humanity."
Bassarov frowns and closes his eyes.
"I do not enjoy talking to you, so I will ask you to please be quiet now. I endure enough here as it is."
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Post by Grove on Jun 10, 2004 20:44:25 GMT -5
Grove is stunned, first by Roane's confession of her feelings, then by the instant and unprovoked capture of her in such a state. He had not time to do anything, even though he could, because of the thoughts flooding through his mind. He suddenly came to when a man he had never met before talks to him.
"What?!" He says as he turns franticly between the man and the direction Roane went in."
"D'AMN!!! I must rescue Roane! I do not know who you are or where you came from, but would you be willing to assist me in this endevor? That is if you can help..."
Grove looks back to where they headed off into the trees. He could feel them. He could feel her, and he could feel her fear.
"You had better make your decision sir, because I am off."
Grove melds into the ground with amazing speed, leaving a duplicate of himself facing the man.
Grove travels through the earth, following Roane exactly, no one ever knowing he was there.
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Post by Antero Black on Jun 10, 2004 20:47:24 GMT -5
"The truth Bassarov, is a black light. I will shut the light of to you, but you know I am right."
I scoot to the other side of the cell and stare at the ceiling. It is is cracked and gray. It reminds me of a broken sky.
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