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Post by Despair on Sept 13, 2004 2:40:11 GMT -5
"You look to be in pain. Let me help you." Her ankles appear swollen, so he takes off her shoes and rubs her feet. That might relax her a little.
"I am sorry I can not do more for you."
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Post by Garret thingysure on Sept 13, 2004 2:42:55 GMT -5
"Don't sweat it, it isn't like you can help being an angel. Let's just go to bed. I am majorly worn out from being in that dungeon."
I put my hand on her shoulder and walk her to her room.
When we enter, I pull off my shirt which is sweaty and smells like a dungeon
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Sept 13, 2004 2:44:30 GMT -5
"You do plenty. You are the only servant who is totally loyal to me without my having to control them. You get me out of this... this... room." I say, though mosoleum seems a more accurate description. "That alone helps a lot. I enjoy the time that I spend with you. It makes me feel less like a simple tool. More like the advanced mechanical life-form that I am."
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Post by Despair on Sept 13, 2004 2:47:30 GMT -5
"I do not like this room. You require a larger one. My room at the Ministry of Science is twice this size, and I do not sleep. This is nearly a closet." he says in disgust as he rubs the muscles in her legs.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Sept 13, 2004 2:48:31 GMT -5
I smile and wrap my arms around Simona.
"It's good to see you as well, love. I'm glad you're alright."
I enter the apartment behind Simona, and see Antero in the kitchen.
"Hello, Antero. I haven't seen you in awhile."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Sept 13, 2004 2:48:56 GMT -5
The rubbing is both soothing and 'exciting' at the same time. "It's not that... I simply tire of unchanging surroundings. Perhaps I am more human than I care to admit, I do have a desire to see more with my own eyes."
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Post by Antero Black on Sept 13, 2004 2:52:13 GMT -5
You...shouldn't go off on your own. You could have...taken me with you..." I manage to tell him telepathicly
Then I feel stupid
I am so weak and stupid
I run off to my room and slam the door.
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Post by Despair on Sept 13, 2004 2:54:17 GMT -5
"A part of your humaness remains. I do not think that is a bad thing." He kisses her knee, and runs his hands up her thighs to massage those muscles
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Sept 13, 2004 2:56:12 GMT -5
The touch becomes more exciting and less relaxing. "I know I retain some humanity... I still have a number of instinctive feelings. Like right now... I feel... Lust..."
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Post by Despair on Sept 13, 2004 3:01:50 GMT -5
"And I feel...the same..." He gets up and kisses her neck, then up to her lips, combing her blonde hair through his fingers. But then he pulls back feeling someone regreting of it.
She is just a small girl with a lot of pain.
"I hope you like the flowers. I must go."
He leaves suddenly, feeling ashamed for not fully respecting his master. He returns to his own room, upset with himself
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 13, 2004 3:05:00 GMT -5
Sitting on what used to be my apartment's roof, I light up another cigarette. I feel like a cat up here... Looking out over the destroyed city gives me almost a feeling of power. I wonder if this is what Ukko does in his spare time.
I jump back down through the hole I climbed up from, and decide to pay Valodya a visit. I walk to his apartment and knock on the door.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Sept 13, 2004 3:07:03 GMT -5
It takes a couple minutes, but pain finally overcomes the excitement I was feeling. His last getsure was enough to cause my consiousness to seperate from my programming, something that had never happened before. I send a brief electronic message to Despair.
Don't be upset. You dispelled my pain, however briefly. I am grateful for that.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 3:07:25 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to the door and sees Mischa.
"Come in...good to see you..."
He leads him inside and coughs a little. Bassarov sits on the sofa tiredly.
"I...am glad that you stopped by."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 13, 2004 3:12:05 GMT -5
I sit across from him.
"It's good to see you too... Are you feeling alright..?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 13, 2004 3:15:21 GMT -5
"I've been battling a cold for a few days. But I will survive."
Bassarov's voice is somewhat oppressed by a sore throat and phlegm clogging his chest.
He clears his throat
"How have you been?"
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