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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 4, 2004 4:03:04 GMT -5
A sudden surge of pain causes me to collapse as Musashi tears the binding between us, solidifying his form and that of his family with his own titanic will.
"This is not necessary, beloved child." He says. "We are not here to cause you pain, the only pain is that you bring upon yourself."
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Post by Valkoinen Joki on Aug 4, 2004 4:04:14 GMT -5
i grin and start walking towards her. "mind games?... my dear sayuka, i have no clue what you mean... besides, this isnt a fair fight. considering ... well, if you insist on fighting i suppose you will find out yourself". i loose the unethneal form and fly out of the base, stopping behind her, i harden my soul again. "... well, if you insist, then come on...."
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Post by Chai Ling on Aug 4, 2004 4:06:03 GMT -5
I work for hours, healing those who were injurred in the fight against Dionysus. It is sad that so many must suffer. What hard times we endure.
I work tirelessly at the rebel base, waiting for the next wave of victims as the white dragon attacks.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 4:06:57 GMT -5
"No... GO AWAY!!!!" I grab the gun and put it to the side of my head. In a last desprate plea I call out to Bassarov with my mind. Please, Comrade Valodya... HELP ME!!!!!!!
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Post by Iltanesh on Aug 4, 2004 4:10:42 GMT -5
Musashi looks down at Zero.
"You dissappoint me. Iltanesh opened the gate. I shall be back when you are more inclined to listen."
He and the rest of your ancestors vanish in a wave of smoke.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 4:10:59 GMT -5
Bassarov calmly walks over to Zero and moves beside her.
He holds her hand, pulling the gun away from her head.
"Zero..." he whispers.
"...it will be okay..." he tries to say in a soothing voice. He is alarmed by the situation, but tries to remain cool.
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Lilith
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Daughter of Louhi
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Post by Lilith on Aug 4, 2004 4:11:24 GMT -5
(sorry i just jumped on to read a bit...i will be on tomorrow so we can finish my finnish warrior and my half finnish kaboom man)
Lilith hears his voice. No it can't be. Her fiance from all of those yrs ago...the one her mother tricked then forbade the marriage.
"Lemm?"
She looks confused as a shower of bombs hit her and she falls hard to the ground and is thrown from her standing place.
Why was he here. And how was he here? Shouldn't he be dead now. She looks at him and her jaw drops down. She whispers...
"Lemm...."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 4:12:29 GMT -5
The tears come freely now. "Th.... Thank...." I find myself unable to talk. I drop my weapon and hold Bassarov close to myself.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 4:15:44 GMT -5
Bassarov wraps his arms around her and comforts her. She is so impossibly strong, yet it many ways small and fragile.
"...someday...the world will open up to you, and everything...will make sense....." he says in a kind voice.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 4:18:44 GMT -5
I sniffle, and manage to say "That... that's what I'm afraid of." I feel so weak in the face of that power. It's as if I had been raped.
All I know is that now I will kill Iltanesh, no matter how many others have to die in the process.
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Post by Lemminkainen on Aug 4, 2004 4:19:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, it has been a long time Lilith. Wow, but yep, I am still kickin'. You know what they say. You can't keep a good Finn down!!"
I ready my sword, but she is not all that combative. Mostly shocked.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 4:23:29 GMT -5
Bassarov gets up and grabs her some tissues.
He tries to understand her. He struggles to understand it. But he doesn't know how to deal with it. She is emotionally fragile, and very lost.
"I could...take you back to my apartment and show you some creative projects I've been up to. I have...some paintings. You might not like them...since they are political."
Bassarov isn't sure how to relate or cheer her up. Everything is very gray and awkward.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 4, 2004 4:25:14 GMT -5
"p... Pleasse.." I mutter, and shakily stand up. I try to roll a cigarette but find myself unable to do so because of the shaking. Quietly I allow Bassarov to guide me back.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 4:30:50 GMT -5
Bassarov guides her back to his apartment, resting his hand on her shoulder along the way to comfort her.
He does care about her. She is his most loyal comrade, and she has given up a lot for him. He owes her a lot. He knows this. He appreciates her contribution, and it pains him to see her like this.
And that is where grayness exists. Concern and appreciation seeping into a deeper affection, which of course, he wants to avoid at all costs.
He brings her inside and sits her on his sofa. He goes to his room and brings out some paintings.
They are done in red, white, black, and pink. They are scenes of revolution and social change, the thing deerest to his heart.
"So anyway, these are my paintings which I do in my spare time. Few know this, but I enjou doing creative things."
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Post by Sayuka on Aug 4, 2004 4:32:39 GMT -5
"I am tired of this. If you end my life, so be it. But I am not yours to torment."
I unsheath my katana and glare at the white dragon.
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