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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 5, 2004 10:23:34 GMT -5
another thread
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Post by Zinn on Sept 6, 2004 21:01:57 GMT -5
"Somehow, I think a vaction at the League of the Godless wouldn't be much fun," Zinn replies.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Sept 6, 2004 21:02:10 GMT -5
((These threads are filling up fast...))
I smile. Listening to another's troubles somehow eases mine.
"I'm glad that I can be your stranger. I heard you had a breakdown. I'm surprised that with everything else going on in your life that this hadn't happened earlier."
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Post by Andrew Kasher on Sept 6, 2004 21:04:54 GMT -5
"Oh, um.. it's no problem. I'm just happy I did something worth it for the rebel movement," Andrew replies, blushing.
"What do you want to eat?"
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Post by Gregory: The Storm Raven on Sept 6, 2004 21:05:52 GMT -5
"My family is alright. We keep in touch, though we have gone our seperate ways. I feel love for my family, though I have never felt romantic love. Perhaps it is one of the emotions that is lost upon me." Gregory stands and walks across the room, towards a wall. The wall flows and opens, connecting to another room, a small kitchen of sorts. "Do you require nurishment?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 6, 2004 21:06:48 GMT -5
"Mischa is, my political other half and I lost him by my own idiocy. Then everything just fell apart from there. I treated him unjustly. I regret that and feel that I should just be alone. It is easier for everyone." Bassarov replies.
"It is hard to explain. He is far greater than I will ever be, and should be the leader...not myself. He knows more, he does more, he does not make the same mistakes that I make. And I have injurred him."
Bassarov sits down on the ruins of a wall. He looks to Sasha, who is comforting to him. How could a guy so nice hang out with a bunch of crazy anarchists?
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Post by TheWyrm on Sept 6, 2004 21:07:07 GMT -5
"Ah vacation would be nice... Not at the League though..."
I think of a way to hack in to their computers.
"I have tried it before, without much success... But it's plausible! I don't really know how to test this though... Man, if only holodecks existed!"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 6, 2004 21:07:33 GMT -5
I begin to wander Helsinki at random, always staying about one mile away from Bassarov... This way he can have his privacy, yet if there's an emergency I can still reach him quickly, null field or no...
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Post by Andrew Kasher on Sept 6, 2004 21:08:14 GMT -5
Andrew touches his face absently, and notices he doesn't have his blindfold.
"Oh! um, I'll be right back, I just have to get another blindfold.... um, I'm sorry if my eyes are creeping you out or anything... do you mind if I turn on some music? It makes it easier for me to 'see'. I didn't want to turn it on before because I thought you needed some rest and, um, sorry, I'm babbling again..." Andrew says.
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Post by Zinn on Sept 6, 2004 21:10:03 GMT -5
"Oh wow, you're a Star Trek fan too? That's so cool!" Zinn exclaims. She smiles.
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Post by Angel Silvershine on Sept 6, 2004 21:10:44 GMT -5
"No thank you, i don't eat much. But i would like a cup of water if you don't mind please."
Angel says, she didn't like asking for things really, even if she'd been asked if she wanted anything.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Sept 6, 2004 21:11:39 GMT -5
"Lets just walk around the woods...since I dont feel like seeing the base again, Linnea."
I hold her hand and lead her away from the cave through the thick pine forest
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 6, 2004 21:11:49 GMT -5
"Ahh don't worry about it Andrew, I don't mind."
I scratch my head. My hands feel much better. I may even be able to hold a handgun now.
"I don't mind, whatever you decide to cook, surprise me."
I wonder what music he's going to play...
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 6, 2004 21:12:36 GMT -5
"Me either..." Linnea looked to the ground and frowned. "My mural is gone..."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 6, 2004 21:12:51 GMT -5
As I walk I begin to sense someone in pain... I walk for awhile until I find the source of the pain, an apartment that somehow seems familiar... I tenatively tap on the door and wait.
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