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Post by Andrew Kasher on Sept 18, 2004 0:59:19 GMT -5
Andrew lets out a sigh of relief when St. Celeste leaves. Then, he drops to his knees so he can get a closer sense of Elijah's wounds.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 18, 2004 1:02:54 GMT -5
Bassarov laughs a little. "Yes, we can discuss the forums over coffee. That would be fine. But we shouldn't discuss political things in public. Red Infinity is constantly spying. Would it be better to go back to my apartment. Actually for the first time in a few days it is devoid of rebels." He smiles
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Post by Haya-Ji "The Hamster" on Sept 18, 2004 1:03:30 GMT -5
He watches hidden from their eyes and ears, the exchange between the two angels. His plan would work he knew it. And he wouldn't even have to fight them. He wondered if it was a form of cheating. He didn't know nor did he care. He had to pass.
He looked and concentrated and began to slowly ever so slowly manipulate the hollow bones of their wings. He caused the sockets to the feathers to expand. But only a few and sporadically. It would seem as if they were molting just a bit.
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Post by St Celeste on Sept 18, 2004 1:08:00 GMT -5
Celeste turns and see Gregory.
"Everyone speaks of how i have changed. But it is from being in hell. I had to give up my light to stay 'alive'. I had to get back to Caelin. And i can live with the choices. The feather...when i died my body crumbled to dust. The feather was left with it i suppose. i could not bring it with me. I...I..amd sorry to have lost it."
A sudden pain that felt familiar rang through her heart. Was it remorse? Oh well.
Her wings tickled. She began to flap them and a few feathers fell. It had been awhile since she lost some so she thought nothing of it.
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Post by Winter on Sept 18, 2004 1:08:40 GMT -5
*Helene, where are you?*
-"I don't think so. I haven't been here in awhile.."-
I admit before suddenly sweatdropping.
-"Oh hey lets.. go over here!"-
I really didn't want to sere my long ex-boyfriend who was a full of himself son of a pregnant dog.
Which Helene was the person who tried to set me up with him. Of all the things i hate, she tried to hook me up.
Thankfully that was a long time ago.
I hold Samuel's hand, slightly concerned as to why Helene wasn't here yet.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 18, 2004 1:09:14 GMT -5
About d**ned time! Lady Violet finally promoted me to the Ministry of Information. It's been at least three years since my last promotion. Vincent drops me off.
"Thanks Vincent."
"No problem. Congratulations, sir."
I shut the door, noticing that Vincent was talking in a more hollow than usual voice than normal. He must have been counting the days that he has been my personal driver. I bury the thought in the recesses of my consciousness, just like I do with everything, and climb the stairs to her office. I see on her door "Doctor Andrea Murdock".
Doctor?
I knock on her door.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Sept 18, 2004 1:12:56 GMT -5
Elijah looks up at Andrew and feels angry and frustrated with himself. He pulls himself up, gritting his teeth and using Andrew's shoulder for support. Once he is sitting upright, he pulls hard on the arrow which is speared through his chest. His fingers clamp into Andrew's shoulder as he tries not to scream at the pain caused by the arrow's removal. Once the arrow is gone, he heals the wound in his chest. He gets up, brushes himself off, and looks at the ground.
"I am sorry that the two of you had to come here. I am...not weak..."
He is angry for some reason. He feels embarrassed that his blind friend and this woman had to come and save him. He tries not to be macho or egotistical, but it still frustrates him. He is not sure why it bothers him. He is normally above those petty feelings and would gladly accept help.
"Thank you for coming."
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Sept 18, 2004 1:14:13 GMT -5
I laugh.
"No, but I do have fairy dust. And thank you, Antero."
I smile.
"Do you want to listen to me play? If there's one thing I can count on you for, it's honest feedback."
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Post by Gregory: The Storm Raven on Sept 18, 2004 1:14:15 GMT -5
Gregory takes his hands out of his pockets and walks slowly towards Celeste. "Why did you shot that angel?"
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Post by Haya-Ji "The Hamster" on Sept 18, 2004 1:14:43 GMT -5
He watches and waits covered in shadow hiding in darkness. No one could find him. Haya was in control. Haya would not let anyone find him or it would mean death.
He croutched low and continued to 'rattle' free a few more feathers. He only needed a few for the fan. They would not miss them. He had seen some fall from the dark angel but the other he was not sure. he might not have an effect on him. But the black haired angels feathers would be enough. All he had to do was wait for them to leave now.
What if they didn't? Well he would let Ji out to collect them if he needed to. She was fast and could talk her way out of anything.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 18, 2004 1:16:44 GMT -5
"Ah yes, good point, how could I have been so careless? Let's head back to your place."
We walk towards Bassarov's apartment.
"Devoid of rebels, you say..?"
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Post by Dr. Andrea Murdock on Sept 18, 2004 1:17:52 GMT -5
"Please enter," Dr. Murdock says. She looks at Mr. Futsu over her glasses before pushing them up her nose. She puts the papers she is currently looking through in a pile, and then takes out her file on Mr. Futsu.
"You've done a very good job. I'm suprised you weren't promoted sooner. Please, sit down," Dr. Murdock says, motioning to a comfortable looking chair.
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Post by St Celeste on Sept 18, 2004 1:21:40 GMT -5
Celeste smiles and looks at Gregory with a stern glare.
"He was very rude about my new appearance. He lacked respect and i felt he needed to be taught respect. Forgive me but i do not take lightly those who belittle me for something i had to do to get back to my son."
She still felt the tickle. It was very strange.
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Post by Andrew Kasher on Sept 18, 2004 1:22:33 GMT -5
"Helping a comrade is always an honour. You aren't weak. I'm just happy you're alive. Hooray for healing factors," Andrew says, sounding more relieved.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 18, 2004 1:28:01 GMT -5
"Yes, it is quite empty." Bassarov repeats. He walks back to his apartment and unlocks the door. It is indeed empty. He takes his coat off and sits down.
"Do you get angry that I have a double standard for you?" He asks cassualy.
"I think it is arrogance on my part."
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