A World Torn Apart

[Damascus]

The Wyrm laughs as the blade sinks into his stomach. He looks over to see Bass charging with his sickle raised.
"Funny. I don't remember there being anymore bugs in this hole. Oh, well. The more the merrier."
Damascus jumps back, once again pulling a sword out of his body. The wound ever so slowly closing, but still closing.
"I'm sorry, lightning doesn't do that well against me. Besides, Louhi has impowered me with her strength. A part of her will always be in me. So try as you might, I think that you'll find it hard to kill me!"
He runs a hand through his hair and laughs.

[Helene]

I reach out and touch his face.
-Then, I must say, you are doing very good. We can take it one step at a time. You will be fine... Now...-
I stand up and skip into the kitchen.
-Want Grilled Cheese Sandwiches?-

[Miguel Guevara]

((Never mind, Im going to bed. Adios.))

I take a slash at the dragons back.
"This would go better if there were more of us..."

[Deetric Proudmore]

Deetric starts to lean forwards to kiss her but then she hopes up to move to the kitchen. The negotiator looses his balance and falls forwards off the bed, landing in a heap.

Standing up and brushes himself off, blushing, and trying to salvage his dignity. "*clears throat* Yes, that would be lovely Helene. Come to think of it, I haven't been able to enjoy something so simple for a long time. That'd be nice."

Deetric walks after Helene to the room's kitchen to held prepare the food. It was kind of tight with both of them there at the same time and if Deetric hadn't removed his coat earlier it might have been impossible.

"Do you like your's plain or with lunch meat grilled into them?"

[Fei Fong Wong]

As Miguel attacks the dragon, I urge Weltall forwards, delivering a fierce punch to its flank.

((I'm off to bed myself. Bye.))

[Helene]

I hear Deetric fall onto the floor and giggle.
-Oh Im sorry. I moved too soon, didnt I?- I smile and kiss him hard on the lips.
-And yes, I like ham and turkey grilled in with mine.-
I take out the George Forman Grill and plug it in. Wiping a little bit of water off my legs, I notice how cramped a space we were in. I could hardly wipe my leg off without bumping into Deetric.
-Sweety, let me cook. Chill out. Read a book. Watch TV.
((Im off too. L8ter))

[Damascus]

Damascus notices the slice to his back, but really doesn't care. When the Gear punches him, he gets flipped around, but lands on his feet.
"How nice, even more vermin."
Damascus leaps forward and up, then slashes the Gear right in the mid-section, sword biting deep into the armed plates.
He then lands and turns to the Spainard. He moves lighting fast around behind him and slaps him with the flat side of his sword in the face.

[Deetric Proudmore]

"Um... very well." Deetric steps out of the kitchen, walking back to the bed. He sits down, suddenly realizing he left his coat in the bathroom, and that he's been walking around with his sleeves rolled up. He looks almost like an man after a day at work. How strange.

With a slightly groan he lays back on the bed, folding his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. He slowly closes his eyes, trying to relax. He's not used to just sitting around while someone else does house work. It's a slightly uncomfortable position but he supposed he should get used to it.

"Helene, did you ever plan on having children? I mean, I know you have Lysander but did you ever want to raise a family before that?"

["Zero" Americanski]

(Sorry I was at work and couldn't post...)

Seeing the attack a little too late I run headlong to the rebel base, carrying a pair of .50 caliber machineguns and a "Davey Crockett" recoilless rifle (this is about 500 pounds load). I drop all the heavy weapons off at the base, then run up to Bassarov. "Sorry I'm late, I was trying to find some heavy weapons for some of the other rebels... I think I did pretty well" I say as I pant from the exertion. "I brought a pair of .50s and a tactical rocket launcher.

(Give me an excuse not to fight, as I won't be able to post much today. I WILL be on Saturday for certain.)

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Great, you are here Zero. Thanks for your help." Bassarov says to her. He turns and refaces the dragon.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"What a bum-er!"

I fold my arms around her, kissing her neck. AS I message her back, I slowly move my head up, and passionetly kiss her lips.

"Im sorry we argued before."

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"I don't care. I like when you show off how smart you are."

I dunk under the water, and resurface. I put my wet arms around him and kiss him slowly.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"Im not really as smart as I may seem. Really, sometimes im stupid."

She doesn't even know anything. I hope I can keep it that wa. Finding out about me is a bummer.

I peel of my shirt, cause its stiking to me. I raise my hand, and stroke her cheek. Her wet face glistens in the light, like a diamon.

"At this point, I feel im richer than you could ever be."

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"You really flatter me, Lysander. If anyone could ever change me, you could."

I just hold him tightly. The water is cold, so it is nice to draw from his body heat.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"It seems I already have. I mean, youve gotten a lot less agresive, more nice. Not that you werent nice before, you were just kinda, welll...agresive. Yah."

It realls doesnt matter to me, I like her either way.