Choked by Dark Passions

["Zero" Americanski]

"I'm sorry. I just don't get over things easialy." I get up and pour coffee for both of my guests.

(I will likely have to go before long)

[Lady Violet]

I decide to give Nabiki a call at the Ministry of the Environment.

"Yes, this is Lady Violet. I would like you to plot out the re-forestation of the United States. As long as the human populations are so decimated, we may as well turn the United States into an international environmental reserve."

[Deetric Proudmore]

"It just gets a little stressful when everyone of the rebels seems to have a dislike of me, and I think that is largely because Bassarov's attitude to me has been tense."

Deetric shrugs, "But it seems everything is perfectly reasonable. No harm done. I'll head back and try to get Lysander out after I've had a little rest."

[Erika "Zwei" Faust]

Throuought Red Infinity there is a strange string of robberies in chemical and weapons warehouses. Such compounds as cobalt tetraiodine, lithium-6 deuteride, tungsten and beryllium start disappearing in enormous quantities...

[Chai Ling]

I work a while longer in the medical center. It is tiresome work, but at least I can finally say that most of the dragon victims have been treated.
Everyone rests and recovers, bandaged and treated, and at last I sit down for a short rest.

[Helene]

I raise my eyebrow at everyone and teleport away from Zero's apartment, to my own.
This pressure is going to kill me...
I teleport to my second home, Winter's place, and sit in my favorite sponge chair and relax.
You all talk out your differences. When your ready, Deetric, contact me. Right now, I need to think.
My mood swings are getting to me.
((I need to go anyways. C ya L8ter))

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I have to head back to my apartment. Good luck with the negotiations, Deetric, and sorry if there was ill between us. As for you Zero, I see you later."

Bassarov glances at them all, and smiles and Zero, then heads out the door to his own apartment, to do some studying and to spend time with Mischa.

["Zero" Americanski]

My apartment is once again empty. I sigh, I enjoyed last night but I know from now on I'll have to take things more slowly, for Bassarov's sake. I go back to work on building weapons for the rebels as I think about helping Bassarov get his son back...

(well I'll be back in a little less than 12 hours, see ya later)

[Deetric Proudmore]

Deetric frowns when Helene leaves but walks back, returning to her room in the base, the place he's been staying since he left his own apartment and removes his coat, laying down on the bed. He closes his eyes, relaxing. He does not sleep, but he can come close...

[Janele]

CheapParadox said:

((Yeah, nothing happened, you were in a room with the anarchists, but most left now))

"Bummer, guess everyone left. Wanna go out to a bar or something?"

It looks like that is where Zinn and Sasha went to anyway. I wonder where my pal Irvine is?

Janele nodds to Paradox. [glow=maroon,2,300]"Alright. Sounds like fun. What do you say Patrick?"[/glow] She says looking over at him.

He was very quite. It was very odd for him.

[CheapParadox]

"Patrick looks a little tired, I could just take you out if you wanted..."

I wink at Janele.

"Oh I am only teasing. So don't take it too seriously."

[Dinari Dollar]

"Hey Alex, I didn't see you there. Yeah, I am going out with some Paris chick now."
I open my car door for him.
"She is shopping right now, so let's go for a drive!"

[Steve Fox]

The bar window shatters as the man passes through it, his body rolling into the street like a high speed sack of potatoes. He slowly gets to his feet as the dooe opens, a second man stepping outside.

The second man laughs and steps into the street as well, putting up his guard. "Still think I've gotten soft you wanker?"

The first man says nothing, raising his own fists but in a obviously practiced manner. He rushes in and swings for his enemy's head and is suprised when it isn't there anymore.

"Suprise!" The man looks down and sees his enemy, bent backwards, sliding under his guard. The man's right fist hooks up and cracks across his jaw. Splitting blood the first man hits the street, out cold.

Laughing, the second man tosses his hair and straightens his shirt. "If you ever want a rematch, tell the bartender to call Steve Fox." Turning, Steve picks up his duffle bag from the side of the street and walks to the window, tossing into a small roll of bills. "See you next week Bill?"

"Aye," growls the bartender in a heavy scottish accent, picking up the money, "I should have a new window by then. Do try no t'e break that one Fox."

"No promises mate. Til then." Throwing his bag over his shoulder Steve moves down the street while a few men from the bar drag his opponent back inside. Humming a number from the HMS Penifor to himself, Steve chuckles, "Bloody waste of my time. Been so long since I had a real fight..."

[Dinari Dollar]

"Hey Alex, we should go see a boxing match sometime. That would be a good way to waste our money...betting on fighters!!"

I drive around Helsinki. I hope Louhi goes away soon so I can move back to the U.S.

"Doesn't that sound fun, Alex?!!"

[Steve Fox]

Steve stands outside the arena in Helsinki, watching people go inside. It was the title fight tonight, or so it was being cast above the arena doors.

Steve rubs his chin and smiles. Might be worth his time...

A moment later the ex-champion is inside duffle bag checked with security, standing ring side. Amazing what a little cash could get out of a underpayed government employee.

Taking his seat, Steve waits for the fight to begin. It's supposed to start in half an hour. He might as well rest up, because this was going to be a circus when he got done.