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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 8, 2004 1:26:47 GMT -5
I gently squeeze his hand back... I want more, and I am certain that he does too, but now is not a good time. "Misha also said that we could be comrades... Perhaps that's a good sign. I'm sure that this will all work out, it will just take time."
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Post by Roane on Sept 8, 2004 1:27:24 GMT -5
Roane feels lost and very upset. She has never been so utterly cut away from everything. she now knew how grove felt before. She began to panic a bit.
Grove i...we...this is not right...we have...to get back. I am not...use to such a place. I am not sure...Grove i am scared.
She hangs her head in shame and trembles a bit.
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Post by Soren on Sept 8, 2004 1:27:28 GMT -5
"So...you are another race. Science can explain things."
Soren suggests
"You come from a race of advanced nihilists"
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 8, 2004 1:28:43 GMT -5
Linnea started to turn red at his comment.
"Um thanks. But I can say the same thing about you." she smiled as she looked up into his eyes and hugged him.
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Devin
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Green Party Writer
In suffering, bliss becomes all the clearer...
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Post by Devin on Sept 8, 2004 1:30:06 GMT -5
Damien slowly came to the realization that it was raining. He unconciously placed his notebook inside his jacket as he continued to walk, his body feeling as heavy as his soul. Finally he reached his destination; a small apartment on the second floor of a deteriorating building. He found his key and unlocked the door, walking into the room. Inside was only a bed with one light blanket, and a small desk with a chair and light. He threw his notebook on the table and sat down on his bead, his back arcing from exhaustion and depression. He stayed that way for a while, just listening to the sound of the rain pounding away at his only window...
After some time he fell backwards onto the bed and closed his eyes again, slowly falling into sleep.
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on Sept 8, 2004 1:31:11 GMT -5
"Don't panic Roane, do either of you have telepathy? Maybe we can contract Void or Antero...I know that they can travel to other dimensions. Maybe they can help us"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 8, 2004 1:33:56 GMT -5
"That is good, there is hope in things for everyone." Bassarov has difficulty holding back, for all he has gone through it would be nice to kiss her, or at least hug her.
He takes her hand and kisses it
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Post by Grove on Sept 8, 2004 1:34:13 GMT -5
Grove holds Roane.
"Dont worry. It will be ok... Though, I have lost my connection with Mother here... I am back to my somewhat weakened state..."
This unsettled Grove. He had never actually been seperated from Mother physically as well. It was quite disturbing.
"Void? Who is that? I dont think I have met him."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 8, 2004 1:36:38 GMT -5
I love the feel of this simple gesture, and it excites me every time... However I say "Valodya, lubimi, I am prepared to go as far as you want, but I don't know if you're ready, or if it would be wise... But thank you. Misha will understand."
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Post by Satsujin on Sept 8, 2004 1:38:07 GMT -5
Satsujin says nothing. He slowly reaches down, pulling a small black blade from under one of the sheets of his armor. He lifts his left hand while holding the blade in his right. With a quick motion that almost startled Soren, he cuts off his own wrist. What happened next was hard to explain by any standards. From his severed wrist came a great suction, black liquid like shadows came bubbling out at the same time. The rubble at the other side of the alley, as well as the entire building it lay against, was torn to peices and sucked into his wrist. The bubbling form suddenly reformed his hand and the suction stopped. Satsujin does not look at Soren, but goes back to looking at the ground with his eyes closed.
"You may believe what you want."
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Post by Garret thingysure on Sept 8, 2004 1:38:40 GMT -5
"Ha ha ha, talking like this doesn't make it any easier..." I shrug and enter her room.
I pull off my tee shirt, and the long sleeved shirt I wear underneath it.
"Okay lets try to think of non sexual things so I can just get to sleep...how about....farming!! Man one time when I was young I had to make hay for my uncle..."
I unbutton my pants.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 8, 2004 1:40:47 GMT -5
She shook her head and laughed.
"Oh stop its not gonna help." she turned to the bathroom and came out wearing a shirt and pair of shorts.
"There much comfortable."
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Post by Soren on Sept 8, 2004 1:42:33 GMT -5
"I will talk to you again."
Soren leaves, neither saying good bye or thanks, since he does not believe in social ritual
He walks away looking to speak with Void again
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Post by Garret thingysure on Sept 8, 2004 1:45:03 GMT -5
I take off my pants and socks and climb into her bed, pulling the covers over me
"You have a nice comfy bed, Linnea..." I still try to think of farming or golf
Golf, now that is boring
I grab her hand and pull her down to me.
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on Sept 8, 2004 1:46:17 GMT -5
"Void is an anarchist. I don't know him very well since I don't talk to the anarchists much."
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