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Post by Ukko on Jun 30, 2004 4:13:31 GMT -5
"I want Violet to be more like you, great one. She is too soft and cares too much for others. I want her to resemble you more so she can be as great a leader as you."
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Post by Lin-Sat on Jun 30, 2004 4:18:24 GMT -5
i see.... i sit back in my chair as i look at him. .... so why did you take hikari then?.... what would you want from a little girl?
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Post by Ukko on Jun 30, 2004 4:19:37 GMT -5
"Violet dotes on the child. She must suffer a little so her heart can be hardened. That is why I did what I did."
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Post by Lin-Sat on Jun 30, 2004 4:28:38 GMT -5
so i am a hard suffering person who cares little about life.... i look back at him. ... making her suffer is very easy without killing others... waste of a soul... i put my arms on my armrest. ... how to do that.... i'll keep it to myself.... is there anything else that you think i need advise on?
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Post by Ukko on Jun 30, 2004 4:31:07 GMT -5
"That is all." Ukko bows and leaves the room. He smirks as he walks toward his own office on the bottom floor of the building.
((Good night, have to go. Take care now.))
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Post by Lin-Sat on Jun 30, 2004 4:36:08 GMT -5
i frown slightly as i watch him leave. , i am starting to trust him less and less.... he's keeping something from me.... i shrug it off and stand up. i head towards the door and open it, i walk out and go towards the main entrance. i pass erin on the way. ... if violet comes to see me, tell her i am out. if anyone else does... including rouge... tell them i am busy and dont want to be bothered... i get on the elevator then leave the HQ, i walk down the street glancing around.
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Post by Hikari on Jun 30, 2004 4:59:25 GMT -5
I feel very sad when Lady Violet holds her arms out to me. But i really needed to hug her so i ignored the thought of turning into Dark Hikari and run up to her with a sad but yet soft smile and hug her tightly. I slowly turn into Dark Hikari and pull away from her slowly.
"This is what happens when i get close to you, i turn into Dark Hikari. That is what the mark does. You must understand if i avoid touching u affectionately, i do not want to hurt you." I told her quietly.
I then run out of the room and teleport out of the HQ. I turn back into myself and cry. I bump into a man.. it was Lin-Sat. I look at him with red puffy eyes.
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Post by Lin-Sat on Jun 30, 2004 5:05:55 GMT -5
i turn around ready to yell at who ever bumped into me when i see hikari. what do you want child.... i cross my arms not caring that she was crying.
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Post by Zinn on Jun 30, 2004 8:42:36 GMT -5
"Varsha, you're fourteen years old. You have your entire life ahead of you. Here's the address to my apartment if you need it, but only if you need it."
Zinn gives the papers to everyone who is left.
"Do you know where Sasha's weapons shop is? I should give Sasha and Simona the address to my apartment too."
"Everyone, make sure that these do not fall into anyone elses hands. If it looks like Red Infinity is about to find them, destroy them."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 30, 2004 9:02:45 GMT -5
"You are right, I will take the time to appologise to Chai Ling later. I can be such a jerk at times. I guess I am a little perturbed about Cheshire and a little overwhelmed by rebuilding the movement. I need to do something big again. Something like the concert...an event that builds solidarity."
Bassarov looks through some old notes of his. His room is a mess of books and papers, but normally is a little neater.
"So much time was wasted while I was in prison. So much was lost...." Bassarov says to himself as he rifles through the papers.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on Jun 30, 2004 10:04:02 GMT -5
Virgil chuckles and shrugs, "If that's the way you guys want it. The Anarchists want to be neutral, I never thought that I'd see the day."
Virgil crosses his arms over his chest and then explodes, literally. His body bursts outwards, changing once more to green slime, smeering the walls with the goo.
For a moment it just sits there, then the slime sinks in the cracks in the cement floor, the building wall, vanishing from sight.
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Post by Rodthingy Maestro-Reborn on Jun 30, 2004 11:20:00 GMT -5
Once he had fallen, he could not get back up. He had died, and no one had counted on his return. But, he had come back, this time, to serve an even greater purpose, greater than could be imagined...
But today, no, today was not the time to start his work, only the day to return, nothing more. As he decended from the heavens, with a golden, glowing aura around him, he looked at the world with a tired eye, it was no better than when he left it. It was a pitty.
Looking all the same, exept for a barely visable aura around him and a golden jewel in his forehead, he fell back to helsinki, the place he had left. The best place, He felt, to start was the library, only to wait. But first, he must find his old friend, it had been to long...
As he sat in a chair, reading The Communist Manifesto, the first book he saw. He sent a telepathic message to Anutsaka, his old friend, that he had returned
"Anutsaka, it is Rodthingy. I am back. Tell Bassarov, and no one else. Contact me once you have done so."
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Post by Anutsaka on Jun 30, 2004 11:30:10 GMT -5
Just as he had exited the portal, entering into the rebel base, his eyes widened and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
'Did I just hear the voice of... him? Rodthingy, have you returned?'
Anutsaka rushed to the library, the source of the power he felt to find the one person he had wanted to meet for several days on end.
The Eternal Light will be reborn!
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Post by Janele on Jun 30, 2004 11:40:50 GMT -5
Janele gets tired of being in the medical ward. No one was there to treat, so she decided to go around the base to become more familiar with it.
She walks out of the medical ward and into the wispy hall. It was deadly quite, so quite you could swear you could here a pin drop if one happened to fall. She hurries her steps and walks out of the hall and into the adjoining main room.
Janele sees that people were starting to come to the base. She stops and looks around. To her left was the dining room and past there was the kitchen. She could still smell the cooking she had made alittle while ago. She saw people start going toward the dining room. She silently smiles to herself. Then to Janele's right was the libraries and offices.
She was already accustomed to this side of the building so she decides to go to the right of the main room. She walks through the hall way. There were few people walking through here, but it was better than the deserted medical wing. She passes Bassarov's office. She heard someone's voice in there.
Janele stops and walks up to the door. She peeks into the window and sees that Bassarov is in there. She steps away from the door and starts back to her walking through the hall once more. She didn't want to bother Bassarov.
While Janele walks she sees some one past her in a rush. She tilts her head, but shruggs it off. Most people around her were in a hurry.
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Post by Dionysus on Jun 30, 2004 11:44:37 GMT -5
Dionysus jerks awake, coming out of his sleep, cold sweat heavy on him. Panting he rests his head on his right hand, his left holding him in a sitting position. He'd stayed in human form to sleep tonight.
It was happening again. He wasn't sure why but it was. Maybe it was because he was suddenlly around alot more Dragons than he had been for years, or perhaps that was a side effect of what was really causing the changes. Whatever it was it boiled down to the same problem:
He was turning back towards Lochi, the Dark Goddess who was the Mother of Dragons.
Dionysus had been the first to turn, the only on the Three Brothers who had done so in all of time. His memories of the actually turning were blurred... but he knew that he'd changed sides... again he wasn't sure why.
And now there were dark shapes swimming in his dreams, a voice urging him to darkness. And, in the dream at least, he had listened. He'd just finished burning the fourth village when he'd woken up this time.
Covering his eyes with his hands, pressing against them until color swam before them. This couldn't be happening, he'd been on the side of good for years, why was he suddenly feeling so... evil, again.
Swinging out of bed, he dresses, unsure of what he's going to do... but sure something needs to be done.
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