The Art of People

[Irvine Kinneas]

My ribs start to wrech with pain.

" It's not my fault you have terrible penmenship. It's all sloppy. "

I take out my M4 and shoot a bullet at his foot.

[John]

i growl at bassarov. no wonder the rebels fell apart.... he was a terrible leader who let his emotions and feelings get in the way of leading, and he didnt listen to almost any of his allies. fine, do what you wish.... . i sort of bark it at him then look at kaze. come on, we have someone to avenge....

Caine
i smile at her. i know how you feel...., but dont worry, they wont take us down..... i start planting the trees again, my magical energy was coming into me faster then i thought it would, within ten minutes from when i was almost empty, i had enough to last a good twenty minutes. i smile slightly. *... thank you.. meilikki, so it seems as long as i help you, then my magic will grow?.... thats good, i suppose i am not as useless as i thoguht*

[Antero Black]

"ee ill e awight."

d**n, they don;t even care about what I did for us! for us! Who cares. I dont care. I dont care at all. They are all just afraid to hurt a few people

[Andrew Kasher]

Andrew closes the door and returns to his cooking.

He puts the vegitables into a sauce pan, and after they cook for a while, he adds some seasoning.

He takes the pasta off of the stove and runs it through a strainer.

[Samuel]

After searching the rubble of the rebel base to see if he could find Winter, Samuel found himself in the ruined streets of a battered and bruised Helsinki. He cried softly, feeling alone. Where was everyone? Was Winter dead? He cried at the thought of it.
He didn't know anything and that only made him feel worse. Looking down at the healing hole in his chest, he thought back. One of those d**ned diamonds had stabbed him. He'd gotten it out of the base... somehow. He remembered falling down the flight of stairs after getting hit, and then things went blank.
He sighed in pain as he stood up. Well, he'd better find out if any of the other rebels were still alive. He hoped to God that Winter had made it. She had to of made. He started walking, wincing at the cronic pain from his chest.

[Kazenara Miyajima]

Kaze coughed again then looked at John. "Please don't redicule someone for the way they feel. It's natural for humans."
She started to walk, with a bit of a limp. "Lets go the longer this takes the more I get angry."

[Sasha Kropotkin]

"I see... If only you were an anarchist, such a relationship might bare fruit."

I feel as though this might have been one step too far, and decide not to get into the topic of free love.

"As for me... I have just been... Gone, for awhile. I feel increasingly distant from Simona, and I think she feels more distant towards all of us, I think you know about Antero, talking to Wyrm is like talking to a computer game, and just as soon as I get my apartment in order, it gets destroyed by the dragons. Zinn is an interesting one though, she likes to build walls, and it's very hard to understand what she's thinking. I know she's hurting like all of us, but I think she's taking a liking to Wyrm. I hope I'm right, she would do him well, and I hope he would do her well."

I smile.

"It's comforting to know that even when your world is in ruins, the view of the sun coming up over the horizon is still as beautiful."

[Zinn]

"Stop throwing rocks at people!" Zinn says, suprised. She can't believe how juvenile Irvine is sometimes.

"Antero, Varsha, despite the fact she has decided to leave us, is the closest thing I have to a living relative. I'm very happy she's alive. Anthrax is easily treated with strong antibiotics. However, what you did was reckless, tracable, and pointless. We aren't terrorists, and what you did had no point."

[Gregory: The Storm Raven]

Gregory holds his hand above the counter and a cup forms from the stone under his palm. He takes the cup and then opens a hole above. A trickle of water drops down and fills the glass before Gregory closes it once more. "Here you go," he says, coming back into the room, the wall closing behind him once more as he hands he the glass.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Anarchist? No, If I were not a socialist, I would be a nihilist, because if I can not believe in socialism, there is nothing in the world I can believe in." Bassarov says, with a slight smile

He looks at the rubble, feeling a little better

"Thanks for talking to me Sasha, is there anything I can help you with?"

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

Of all the people...

"Th-thank you Zero, but I'll live. The pasta smells good, Andrew."

It's difficult to maintain eye contact with her. I look away.

"Well, I'm a little surprised to see you here..."

I clear my throat, and try to remain calm.

[Irvine Kinneas]

" I think what Antero did was pretty good. We need to participate in the downfall of Lady Violet some more. All we do is sit around. We need to take some action! "

With that, I throw a pebble hard into a rebel's eye, going through and sticking in the pupil.

[John]

i scoop kaze up in my arms. i do not care if it is human or not, ignoring advice from allies, and then doing his own thing is irresponsible. especially now that the rebels are defenseless, and it is his fault... .

[Antero Black]

"OU ATE ME!! OU ALL ATE MEH!!" i shout at the top of my lungs. My voice echoes through the cave.

I open a portal and run through it, closing it behind me

["Zero" Americanski]

"A.... Are you sure you don't want me to help you? I mean... I... hurt..." I rub my eyes and sniff. "I hurt you enough already... You and Valodya..." I sigh. "I've been putting this off far too long, but we need to talk..."