The Logic to Human Behavior

[Timithy of the Green Winds]

A pale shadow leaps along the building tops of Helsinki, the part of which that is still standing anyhow. And it does just jump, it flips, twists, and cartwheels as it moves from roof to roof, a long coat flapping behind it. Those with sharp ears might even catch the laughter on the wind.

Timithy stops, standing with one foot on the raised edge of the roof, leaning his elbow on his knee, leaning over the side to look down into the street outside the rebel base. So, they were all wandering around, wondering what to do eh? Well, that was what humans did after all, thought about what they were going to do.

He, however, did what he did, forget thinking about it. Leaping over the edge of the roof Timithy executes a perfect 1080 degree lateral spin and lands on one point, the big toe of his right foot. Satusfied with his trick, the angel walks forwards, twirling a knife between his fingers. Time to pay the rebels a visit.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Hola Rosa, como estas?" Bassarov asks, looking up from his text book. His spanish is thick with a Russian accent.
He closes the book and regards both Rosa and Sam.

[Damascus]

Damascus regards the room with open awe.
"Wow! This is almost the worst place I've ever seen. But, don't worry, with a little help and some elbow gease, I could make this place shine! You go and sleep, I'll just clean up a bit."
He makes a shooing gesture at her and begins to look for some sort of cleaning implement.

[Serena]

"Well...okay...thanks..." I go to my bedroom and close the door. I hop into bed and pull my covers over me. I wonder why he offered to clean. It is pretty nice, but I didn't ask him to.

[Samuel]

Samuel doesn't speak Spainish, but he knows a little. He plops himself on the nearest couch and regard Bassarov and the maid.
"Que Pasa?"
He looks at Bassarov.
"Was that right? I don't really know how to speak the language, I just know a few words."
He reclines and closes his eye, then lets out an apprisitive sigh.
"This is so much better than my bed in my room."

[Damascus]

Finding nothing but dirty cleaning utensils, Damascus opts for his sword of fire. He carefully incenerates all of the wrappers and other bits of trash. He then starts improvising to fix the windows and the holes in the walls. He really must learn that trick of meanding that Ash had told him about.
"Have a restful slumber and I'll have this room sparkling before you know it!"
He continues to clean the now, not so trash filled apartment.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Ya ne zhnayu..." Bassarov shrugs and replies in Russian.
He looks over his notes once again.
"It is nice not having to fight at the moment. We all need a break..." Bassarov says aloud to whomever is listening.

[Samuel]

Samuel, not knowing any forgein languages, shrugs and then nods when Bassarov mentions off time.
"Your right. It's really rather refreashing to not have to worry about fighting. Kinda makes me bored, though. I wish I had a women friend to talk to. Or a guy friend. Or just a firend in general."
He laughs and scratchs the back of his head.
"My life is going straight down the drain, isn't it? No girlfriend, no friends. Y'know, come to think of it, the only really fun I've had is when I was fighting the Dragon. The firey wall part wasn't all that great though."

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Consider your life easy in some ways. I think I have too many admirers from time to time, and it just makes things emotionally messy. As far as no friends, I am sorry to hear that. I will be your friend." Bassarov offers.

[Serena]

I rest for a few hours and when I get up, I see that my apartment is cleaner than it has ever been. I am shocked by how nice it looks. "wow...this is like the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me...and i dont even know your name..."

[Samuel]

Samuel smiles at Bassarov.
"Well, it nice to know that I have someone I can call a friend here. Still, to many admirers really can tear up your live. That's why I wish I had just one female admirer. But alas, it seems that the ladies no adays are into young men, or things that look young at least, over the roughish, old man. Unfortunatly, I'm only 37. Jeez, I must look real old. do I look old to you, Bassarov?"
He sighs and lies back down on the couch, looking out of the corner of his eye at Bassarov.

[Damascus]

Damascus bows low enough for his cheek length hair to nearly touch the ground.
"You like it? I tried my best. It's my philosphy that eveything in this world wants to shine and be noticed, but most things, like this room for sake of example, are neglected and shunned. There fore, I thought to make it look nice. That, and I didn't want anyone to make fun of you at work. It can be hard being new. Anyway, can I get up now? My back is killing me!"
All the while he was talking, he never unbent for his seemingless boneless bow to her.

[Coyote]

Coyote closes his eyes and lays back, relaxing a little. As long as Lem isn't using his power, he can relax... a little. Hopefully the stubborn fool will get moving soon.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I am sure that you will find someone, you are new here afterall. And no, you don't look old to me, had you not told me that you were 37 I would have guessed younger."
Bassarov considers all of the single women on the base.
"I would try to set you up with someone, lets see..."
Bassarov tries to think of all of the women that he knows which are single.
"Hope is with Calithin...Sayuka is single...Helene as Moroii...Usha has Brady...Kisa and Kai...hmm....there is Rock and Roll Goddess...but she doesn't seem your type...or...what about Helene's sister Winter?"

[Serena]

"Ah no one really pays me any notice at work to pick on me about my apartment. I am only part time staff. And yeah, you can get up."I fold my arms and look him over. "I dont meet too many nice guys."I sit on my old couch and prop my feet up on the coffee table.