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Post by Hope98 on Jun 24, 2004 3:55:48 GMT -5
I use my super speed to dodge all of the swipes from her claws. I run up behind her and kick her in the back of the head. She stumbles. I jump into the air, and slam my elbow into her back.
"What is the matter Genovia, you are not yourself. Come on, all that training to defeat me, and this is all I get?"
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Post by Kinyo-bi on Jun 24, 2004 4:00:18 GMT -5
Kinyo-bi feels as though he's gaining headway on Kith. "Our greatest opponents are often times ourselves, Kith. If you truly wish a confrontation, maybe Hope isn't whom you're looking for. After all, do you think that destroying her would change Lin-Sat's opinion of you? His opinion is less fluid than stone."
Kinyo-bi begins to think about Lin-Sat and how his actions have been remarkably similar to Kuro's as of late. "Would you really want to work with another Genovia? You are not the same as them, Kith. You have a unique opportunity at this time, the line is drawn in the sand, and you're standing on top of it. One side you have been taught to despise, and the other, you've grown to despise."
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Post by Genovia on Jun 24, 2004 4:00:45 GMT -5
"RRRRRRAARRR!!! WANT TO SEE HOW POWERFUL I AM, FINE! YOU ARE NOTHING!!" She is making me angrier, and the madder I get the more powerful I become. I start throwing energy attacks at her wildly, one after another in a constant barrage of energy balls.
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Post by Alexander Carnegie on Jun 24, 2004 4:03:20 GMT -5
I smile, and look up at where the opposite wall and ceiling meet.
"Maybe you and I are not too dissimilar, even if you are a rebel or an anarchist... I too used to play the violin, but gave it up for fencing."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 24, 2004 4:06:46 GMT -5
"Oh really? Yes, I started to take fencing lessons, but got busy and had to give them up. I enjoyed it the short while I did it though. I would like to get into it again. A friend of Mischa's was teaching me."
Bassarov feels happy to talk about these lighter topics.
"I am a rebel by the way. Maybe you have heard of me, I am well known. The name is Valodya Bassarov."
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Post by Cardinal Salvador Christianos on Jun 24, 2004 4:13:39 GMT -5
I grunt as the two burly guards haul me down the corridors of the dungeon of the Ministry of Terror. I am far past the point where most men would've given up, but that is not what one of the Chosen is allowed to do. Roughly I am thrown into a cell and locked in. For the moment I sit in silence, my head hurts from the beating I was given earlier. Then I start to hear the voices of my neighbors...
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Post by Hope98 on Jun 24, 2004 4:14:03 GMT -5
I put up my energy shield and evade most of her attacks. She is strong. My strategy is to egg her own and wear her out. My energy is endless, hers is not. She will tire. When that happens I will attack.
"You will need a stronger attack if you want to break through my energy shield. Seriously."
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Post by Kith on Jun 24, 2004 4:18:23 GMT -5
"I am not a rebel, Kinyo-bi. I detest some of the things that Red Infinity has done but I refuse to live as a fugitive from the government. I would never fit in with the rebels. You saw what happened ealier...with Zex and with Calithin. No one will trust me. I have killed too many in the name of Red Infinity."
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I am at a pivotal point. This is the time of choices. But I am afraid to step away from everything I knew into this unknown.
"I should just go to the fight...and let Genovia kill me. That is the only way I can have peace."
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Post by Alexander Carnegie on Jun 24, 2004 4:18:28 GMT -5
I sit in silence for a few moments, not sure about how to respond to this knowledge. Yes, he is the leader of the rebels, another organization that's out for our heads, but we did find a common thread, a common ground between each other... Just then, there's a stirring in the other cell.
"It appears that we have another visitor, I wonder if he's one of your friends."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 24, 2004 4:21:01 GMT -5
Bassarov listens to the other cell, it is mostly quiet.
"No, he is too quiet to be one of mine. Mine would be protesting and trying to fight their way out."
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Post by Cardinal Salvador Christianos on Jun 24, 2004 4:25:15 GMT -5
I can barely understand the voices through the pounding in my head. "Hello?" I say to no one in perticular.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 24, 2004 4:27:43 GMT -5
"Hey, so what are you in for? Bassarov asks the man in the next cell. Somehow his once wavering strength has returned. Thoughts of his movement always had that effect on him.
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Post by Cardinal Salvador Christianos on Jun 24, 2004 4:31:15 GMT -5
It takes me a second to respond. My head begins to clear as I speak. "I comitted no crimes, at least no crimes in the eye of the Almighty. I was attempting to hold a secret Mass when the League of the Godless showed up. To escape from them I confessed to the Ministry of Terror crimes that I did not commit."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 24, 2004 4:33:47 GMT -5
Bassarov is does not have much respect for the religious or religion. It is the opiate of the masses, just a drug to numb people into submission.
"I see, you are a religious rebel then. You take some large risks in the name of your God. Is it worth it to serve a faith in something that can not be proven?"
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Post by Cardinal Salvador Christianos on Jun 24, 2004 4:36:28 GMT -5
"I need not proof, but the People need salvation." I am certain I have heard that voice before. "Who are you?"
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