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Post by Vaeris on Jul 9, 2004 1:08:18 GMT -5
Blood... unsatisfied... need... more... where... quarry... hunt... kill... in the name... revenge... I... swear...
I stalk the streets, my shoulders slumped and my eyes downcast. A low hiss emerges from my hood, ensuring that everyone in the area stays out of my way.
"I hunt the... hawk?" I mutter to myself. "A woman who calls herself the hawk?"
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Post by Illidan on Jul 9, 2004 1:10:41 GMT -5
"Thankyou, you are most helpful. And do not mind me. I am nervous by nature." Illidan completes the drawing and cuts out the patern. He pins it to the black cloth and then cuts sections of cloth in the shape of the patern. He takes the sections and pins them together, walking them across the room to the sewing machine. He lights a small candle and places it on the machine, and soon he is sewing together this garment for Kaieka. The sewing machine hums along as he sews the peices together. He hums a little as he sews.
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Post by Lin-Sat on Jul 9, 2004 1:11:35 GMT -5
i look around and stand up, grinning as i walk to the door, i walk down to violets room ignoring the questioning glances of her secretary. i walk in and look at the people in there. ... tarsky, she said that she wanted vaara protected...., not be with a person that she could easily be taken.... . i look at violet. ..., i on the other hand wont be so easy, i'll watch over her.... .
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Post by Lady Violet on Jul 9, 2004 1:14:16 GMT -5
"You want to take care of Vaara, but sir, you have never expressed an interest in caring for children now. Why should she be trusted with you, when you hate children?"
I am shocked by Lin-Sat's sudden interest in the girl.
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 9, 2004 1:14:31 GMT -5
I watch him sew, finding a seat on his small, twin sized bed, and listen as he hums. It is very soothing, he has a lovely voice.
"What is that tune you are humming? I didn't know that you were at all musical."
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Post by Iltanesh on Jul 9, 2004 1:16:22 GMT -5
I walk the streets of Helinski, my daisho worn easily at my side. I look around, wondering where I might find information on the rebels without having to resort to violence.
"Well," I mutter, "perhaps I shouldn't rule violence out just yet. It does tend to get results."
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Post by Illidan on Jul 9, 2004 1:19:12 GMT -5
"It is an elven song that my mother would sing to me. I am glad that you like it. It is all that I remember about her. I was taken from her and raised by Kaschei, but I do remember the song. She would sing it to calm me or put me to sleep." Illidan smiles a little and continues to sew. Pretty soon he has what is starting to look like a dress. The only thing that remains is some hemming.
"I am nearly done, Kaieka....not much longer now."
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 9, 2004 1:22:21 GMT -5
"It's alright. I don't mind waiting. If you're from the future, Illidan, why don't you find your mother? Is she around at this time?"
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Post by Illidan on Jul 9, 2004 1:24:09 GMT -5
"I suppose I could, I am not sure what I would say or what she would think. I did meet my father and that went well enough." Illidan hems the seams and holds out the dress.
"I am done. I hope that you like it. Try it on."
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 9, 2004 1:28:14 GMT -5
"It's lovely. You are a speedy sew-alez... nevermind."
I change out of my old dress and into the new. It is a perfect fit, although with only one yard of fabric (sheesh) it is a very small dress indeed, it is a very short dress. The fabric is translucent and clingy... the perfect clubbing dress... if I were the kind of girl to go out clubbing.
"You are a wonderful tailor. It fits perfectly.
You know, you really should try to find your mother. You shouldn't miss an opportunity... it may never come again."
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Post by Illidan on Jul 9, 2004 1:31:44 GMT -5
Illidan admires the dress which is very short on both ends. It falls only and inch or two bellow her...
and it does show off a lot of cleavage.
"Well, in my mind the dress was larger, but it looks good anyway...."
He smiles.
"Well, I shall see her. But I want to spend time with you first! Now what should we do?"
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Jul 9, 2004 1:32:16 GMT -5
(OOC Sorry for taking so long Peter, I missed your post last night!)
I barely escape from the crushing attack, teleporting to another building. Despite the destruction of the tracking device my scanners continue to track Peter, as his new body emits a unique frequency thta can be homed in on at close ranges (about 60 miles). Unfurtunately this is too little to be tracked via sattelite but this doesn't matter. With any luck I won't have to track Peter much longer.
As I watch Peter move with rediculous speed throuought the city below I begin to gather dark energy from all evil things in the continent. The energy takes on the form of a lance, then launches from my palms at Peter, homing in on the energy of his own life force...
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 9, 2004 1:33:35 GMT -5
"Well, I would offer to make you an outfit, but I am a terrible seamstress."
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Post by Illidan on Jul 9, 2004 1:34:58 GMT -5
"You mentioned going out to a club. We could. S. Petersburg has a few on Prospeckt Lenina."
Illidan suggests.
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Post by Kaieka on Jul 9, 2004 1:39:03 GMT -5
"Actually, I didn't mention it, but you must have read my mind (if that were possible). I am not generally that keen on large groups of people, they put me a little on edge... and I tend to lose my inhibitions when I have anything to drink, so that might not be such a good idea. If you want to club though, I suppose we could go. We could just put on some music here and dance, I'm sure that if you wanted a drink, we could even find some liquor lying around here somewhere, that way we could avoid all of the sweaty, drunk, loud people. But, I am up for anything, I suppose. You decide."
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