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Post by Heaven-lee on Sept 15, 2004 0:24:01 GMT -5
(((I am not sure if anyone posted to me, so I am just going to continue from my last post.)))
Heaven-lee decided that it would be a good idea to stop by the graveyard before she traveled to St. Petersburg.
As she entered the gate and closed it behind her, she took a deep breath and went to her parents lot. She knelt down in front of them and closed her eyes in thought before she spoke.
"Hello, mother and father. It has been a while since I have not visited, has it?" She noticed that she may have to clean away the debris at the next visit. "My life is going fairly well. I have met with the Lady Violet and she has suggested to me to join the League of the Godless. I will have to hunt other witches as myself, but I believe it is a good job. As long as I am only the hunter. Not the killer or torturer..." Heaven-lee paused. Would they want that of her? "I don't think I could do that..." She said mostly to herself. She shook her head. "As a matter of fact, I am on my way there now. It looks like I may have to transport there." Then Heaven-lee blushed as her stomach growled. She realized it took a little while to get to the graveyard in the first place and now it was nearly lunch. "Well, it looks like I may also have to find someplace to eat before I go, too. I love you both...." She placed her fist to the pentacle she wore, then stood. As she left the graveyard, she planned on where to eat before her trip to the League of the Godless headquarters.
"Maybe some fastfood..." She thought aloud.
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Post by Grove on Sept 15, 2004 0:24:21 GMT -5
Grove gets a shiver down his spine.
"Wow. That is a new feeling."
Grove takes his free hand and runs it through her hair a little, finally resting his hand behind her head while in her hair. He pulls her head down and kisses her lightly on the forhead.
"We should get back to work. Thank you." he says as he sits up smiling. He takes a quick look around to see all the things Tovio has been doing in the local area. The US all the way to the western border of Wa, Ore, and Ca were returned to their origonal state, but there was a lot more country to rejuvinate.
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Post by Tahti Punainen on Sept 15, 2004 0:26:08 GMT -5
Hum....right
Tahti was confused but he will help as much as he could atleast hand her thing he felt useless. He felt like crawling into a hole and die.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Sept 15, 2004 0:27:01 GMT -5
"Why would I be mad? It isn't your fault. So like, how is he using you?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 15, 2004 0:27:47 GMT -5
"Ahh thanks, yeah I guess you're right." I say, obliviously.
"I think anarchy vs. socialism would be a good one to get our anarchist comrades involved in. But we should probably invite Antero to represent the anarchists..."
I'm such a bastard sometimes.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 15, 2004 0:27:54 GMT -5
I hand him the ammeter, then seeing the look on his face I ask "Are you allright?" as we walk to the first transformer.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 15, 2004 0:28:51 GMT -5
"Well that's where my wings are going, he cuts them off to ground me. And well I am forced to sleep with him....I'm sorry Garret."
She covered her face with her hands as she began to shake.
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Post by Roane on Sept 15, 2004 0:29:35 GMT -5
Roane smiles but is a bit heartbroken. She meant longer than a few moments. Grove needed more rest than that. She decides to summon some pixies to help with the reforestation and planting. They all have nature magick as she has so they could help a bit.
She lifts her arms and makes a long complicated gesture with her hands. Immediately 50 pixies come forth and begin to plant and help Tovio and the others. She looks at Grove smiling.
Think that will help baby?
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 15, 2004 0:31:47 GMT -5
Peter glances around the newly redone Berlin Base. Everything had worked perfectly in the mass crew shift and all the staff from the former base was now here and working at full speed.
Peter taps the side of his glasses and taps into the PA system. "All combat personel report to centeral command for new orders. Hunter and active Guardians, that means you." Turning back to his clip board. Yes, everything was good. Now if Yuber would just get back here with Hera and finish his reverse engineering project.
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Post by Tahti Punainen on Sept 15, 2004 0:31:56 GMT -5
Oh..YES I'm fine nothing to worry.
As he held holding the ammeter. He didn't even bother to look where he was going before he ran into so hard object whinch caused him to fall. He quitely jumped up and pressed forward.
Right onward..
Tahti said as he studied the tranformer.
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Post by Yoko on Sept 15, 2004 0:33:56 GMT -5
Yoko sighed, "Alright... I'll be just inside, then." She spoke.
She stood back up and went inside to find a comfortable corner to sit in and take another nap and rest, as well.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 15, 2004 0:34:23 GMT -5
Bassarov decides that Mischa will always be Mischa, which means that he is easy to manipulate or seduce. He decides this is his best plan of attack. Rather than work things out verbally, which could take weeks, he will simply push the envelop now and hope for the best. In any event, things can't end up worse than they are.
"Now that Tahti is gone, we can sit in the living room and discuss things."
Bassarov sits down on the sofa and waits for Mischa to join him, still plotting,
"How about a Forum on the difference between Trotskyism and Stalinism. I already have some notes you can look at."
He hands Mischa a notebook with an outline of his ideas for a forum, touching his hand slightly as he hands off the notes.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 15, 2004 0:34:39 GMT -5
"Okay, you need to check the transient current on the input power, it should read no more than 30 amps." I state blandly, then ask "Do you smoke?" and offer him a cigarette, one of my cheap nonfilters.
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Devin
Senior Member
Green Party Writer
In suffering, bliss becomes all the clearer...
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Post by Devin on Sept 15, 2004 0:38:20 GMT -5
Devin had been, as usual, unable to sleep all night. He had found himself cleaning the hall at 2 in the morning. It was now 10 in the morning, and he had finished, having retired to his room once again. His jacket was cleaned, his clothes washed, and his notebook dry. He sat on his bed, slowly flipping through the wrinkled pages of his notebook that had fallen in the mud puddle when he met Annda.
He would flip a page and catch a few words that were left. He never used pencil, which would probably have faired better than pen, as the pen had run in the water and words could no longer be distinguished from the now partially blue background. He continued to flip through the pages, a tired look on his otherwise expressionless face as he thought about his lost poems. With a sigh he slowly closes the book and sets it down on a small table next to his bed. He would leave it there, to remind him of just one more reason to remain the way he is.
Devin goes to the kitchen area and takes his jacket off one of the chairs he had hung it on to dry, and slips it on over his dark green shirt. He grabs what little work creadits he has and walks out the door, failing purposfully to lock the door again. Once in the hall it is apparent that he had overdone his chore last night. The walls in the stairwell were bright white, as was the white carpet. The manager was actually out there looking in amazement. In comparison to every room in the entire building, the stairwell was now by far the cleanest of them. Having the manager's compliments as he walks out the door, which he promptly refused by saying it was his fault in the first place, he closes it behind him and makes his way down the streets...
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Post by Garret thingysure on Sept 15, 2004 0:38:48 GMT -5
"You didn't sleep with him, did you?" I ask Linnea with a nervous concern
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