Problems of Everyday Life

[Alora]

Alora smiled at him and walked behind him. She felt strange around him...something she never felt before. Was it love? She tried to shake the feeling off. 'Come on Alora! Pull yourself together. You are a Red Infinity Scientist and Medicinal Aide. What are you thinking?' Alora thought to herself as she didn't realize she was getting closer to Ramirez.

[Ramirez]

Ramirez smiled but wondered what Alora was doing.
*what is she doing?.....*
Ramirez thought to himself and stopped smiling.

[Alora]

Alora realized she was getting closer to him and blushed pink and gasped a little before she moved away. "So What do you do in life?"

[Ramirez]

"ummm......im not really sure..."

He said looking down at the ground.
his face had turned a light pink and Ramirez didnt want to show it.

[Silver Crystal]

Well, i like fish alot and shrimp i suppose..

Silver says thoughtfully. She starts to look through the manu.

This place looks alittle costy, are you sure you want to pay for it? I mean i have money that i use on useless stuff.

Snice when had she ever called nail polish, makeup, and clothes useless?

[Runic Shimmerskin]

"Material wealth is largely meaningless to me so I feel no great moral pain in playing the system. I can generate pure silver, which I sell in exchange for currency. That is how I funded my library in hard times. I only deal in cash, makes me harder to follow. Order whatever you like, I assure you I can pick up the tab."

Runic slowly flips through his own menu. "I find that carrying a fair amount of cash is always good. I seem to have a high rate of calorie burn." He sets down his menu and looks at Silver, smiling, "Ready?"

[Rayven]

Rayven's stomach was growling as she hunted for someplace to eat. She didn't really know what she wanted, she just scanned the area until she saw this one fancy restaurant. "Oooh. Well, it's about time I get some fancy food. It's been a while..." she said, patting her stomach.
She approached the door and went inside to be greeted by a host. "Welcome. Do you have a reservation?"
Rayven flashed a few bills. "I'm sure you can find me a nice enough table on short notice."
The host eyed the bills like a hungry wolf and raised an eyebrow. "Right this way..." He bowed and began to lead her as she handed him the large tip.
It was such a fancy restaurant. Too bad she wasn't here with anyone.
"And here is your table, madam." the host pulled out a chair for her.
"Why, thank you." Rayven sat and began to wait on the waiter as the host left her. The waiter soon appeared and laid a menu in front of her.
"Do you need time?" he asked politely.
"Yes, thank you. But could you go ahead and give me the merlot?"
"Right away, madam." replied the waiter.
Rayven sighed as she glanced at the menu. Then looked around to see what kind of people went here. What she did not expect, was to see someone she new just a few tables away. She smiled.
*Hi ho, Silver. I can see you.... Can you see me?* She spoke to Silver telepathically.

[Ichi Keiko]

Ichi strolls down the street, headed toward the Rebel Base.

She had finally reached earth for the second time, leaving her ship in orbit she was transported down to Helsinki.

She had left to go visit Jurai briefly.

As Ichi walks, she wonders if she'll ever find Juri or Yosho's grandson... she shakes her head and smiles.

Of course she would.

[Matsumura]

"Hmmm, what to do?" thinks Matsumura. "I think it's time to go see some old friends." Matsumura teleports and appears in front of Brady. "Hello Brady. I am here for one reason and one reason only. I owe you an apology. I took from you someone you loved. I know you must have felt shattered. I too am in love now, and I don't know what I would do if someone tried to take that away from me. I am deeply sorry for what I did. My only defense is I wasn't myself. I understand if this apology means little to you. I am going to apologize to Usha as well. But first, I would like to know how things have been for you lately?" asked Matsumura.

[glow=red,2,300]THIS MESSAGE WAS TO BRADY[/glow]

[Nightmare]

Nightmare, cell phone to his ear, walks slowly down the streets of Helsinki. "Thanks for the tip. But this doesn't make us even. Not yet. I'll be in touch." He flips his phone shut and pockets it.

So, some old friends were going to come by. Or at least his informant said they were. More specifically his information's cousin who's friend worked in the Ministry of Terror as a secritary thought he might have heard her mention something to that effect. Really helpful...

Well, if he's right... then I should get to work right away. They probably won't be happy to see me unless I have something they need...

[Ichi Keiko]

In Ichi's deep thought, she doesn't realizes where she's walking and bumps into some one (Nightmare).

She falls to the ground and looks up.

"Oh.. sorry! I guess i was thinking alittle too hard. I should've watched where i was going."

She says, standing and brushing the dust from her clothes.

"I am sorry."

[Nightmare]

"It's alright." Nightmare straightens his tie and looks at the girl with narrowed eyes. "Do I know you?" A second later his eye brows jump into his hair line.

"You're... well your Juraian for one thing and unless I miss my guess... I mean you were just a girl before..." Nightmare bows slightly, "Drizzel Raenstorm... your majesty..."

[Ichi Keiko]

"Oh!... yes i am. I'm happy some one noticed."

Ichi says smiling.

"You don't need to bow through, snice i doubt you are Jurain. Through it is very nice that you would bow before a princess of another race... you do seem familer.

But i don't recall your name. Well, it's nice to meet you. My name is Izawa Ichi Keiko incase you didn't know.."

(Picture of Ichi younger- www.absoluteanime.com/admin/index.jpg)

[Ivan T. Boomstar]

Ivan searches the area until he locates Bassarov. He approaches the rebel leader. "So.... you're the infamous Valodya Bassarov. You know, I heard great things about you. Some people think you're some kind of super human. Seeing you makes me realize just how human you are. Don't worry, that's not an insult. We all have our own personal downfalls. Perhaps it's the struggle within that really controls our personality. In any event, there are people who look at you as a leader. You've gotta stop thinking all about yourself and start thinking a little more about them," says Ivan. Ivan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He lights it, inhales, exhales, and continues. "You know, there was a famous ex-president of the old United States of America. His name was William Jefferson Clinton. He had charisma, he had leadership skills, he gave the people what they wanted..... but most importantly, he could connect with the people. He could get them to understand him, and he could win their support. He was a great leader in the political aspect. However, he was much less than a role model. Simply put, he slept around. He lost the support of the country for putting his thingy where it didn't belong. He could have been a hero." Ivan continued to puff on the cigarette. "Hey Bassy, want a smoke?" said Ivan as he took a cigarette from his pack and held it out for Bassarov to take.

[Bart]

Bart walked the streets of Helsinki, all dressed up and looking like the respectible busniess man he sort of was. Sigurd walked beside him with two servants trailing behind. He sighed and straightened his tie.
"Why do I have to look so stiff? Couldn't I just wear something casual for once?" He said, glancing out of the corner of his good eye at Sigurd.
"No, Young Master, we have to make you look respectible. You need to be more of a king and less of a..." Sigurd searched for words.
"Peasent?" Bart suggested.
Sigurd shrugged and looked out of his good eye to regard Bart coldly. "Not exactly, but, sure, if that's the right word for torn jeans and a bleach stained shirt." He sighed.
"Oh go soak your head, Bro. I want to go to the Rebel Base before we go anywhere else here. There's a mural being painted there and people say its the best in the world. I want to be sure of it." Bart said, exassperated that he couldn't wear his favorite pair of jeans. He smiled at his brother and the party continued onward, toward the rebel base and Linnea Korpel's((Did I get that right?)) renouned painting.