A Refugee of the Mind

[Sonne]

Sonne walked outside, forgetting his books and glasses, and deciding on going for a walk, just a walk, no school and no worries. He let his cloak billow in the light wind and stretched his black and leathery wing. It felt good to stretch it once in awhile.He fingered the no-dachi on his back. He remembered who'd given it to him and wouldn't ever forget her, but it was kind of unsightly. It kept the bullies away though, so it was good for something. He walked aimlessly down the street, wondering if he should get something to eat. He smiled at a group of pretty girls, but got nothing but stares saying 'Freak' and 'Weirdo'. d**n wing. He thought, sighing. He really needed to find someone who wouldn't freak out at the sight of him. Like hell. If there was a girl like that, she'd be to far out of your league, idiot! He moaned lightly and kept walking, realixing now why he loved school work.

[Jiina]

Jiina smiles to herself. The rebels were so easy to follow. They never even checked their shadows. Recon had been stread for weeks now and she'd managed to gather information on just about all the rebels that had passed through the base.

It had been a close call when the dragons burned the place but she'd made it out alright. And now, at long last, she was almost ready to report back. Crouching on a roof top she watches Mischa on the street. He was an interesting one. A possible threat. If only he could be turned to their side.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea finishes a portian of the wall and collapes on the plastic that she laid down to protect the floor. Looking at the wall, she appeared quite happy as she smiled. Getting up she trudged back to her apartment passing the young man on the staircase.
"I'm sorry If I appear rude, but I am so tired. My name is Linnea and I am a rebel please excuse me..."
Linnea bowed and headed home.
She quietly snuck in her apartment and went to her bedroom seeing her bed had been vacated. She sighed clear disappointment appearing as she collasped on her bed.
"Did I do something wrong?"
But sleep soon settled in.

[Soren]

Soren leaves the anarchist house, feeling bored and disatisfied.

He wants to find a faith to break. He wants to make a person cover their ears and cry at his words. Truth is weakness.

He walks around Amsterdam looking for someone to tear apart.

[Valodya Bassarov]

After touring the base, Bassarov teleports back to Helsinki with Zero.

"I am going to go talk to Mischa, since we had planned to do some forums."

He leaves Zero and starts walking around town looking for Mischa. He comes across him with another rebel. This one is a girl who he has not yet met

[Haya-Ji "The Hamster"]

He gets a smirk on his face. An evil grin. He knows he can do this.

"Any specifics on the number of feathers 20 or more? I will make it as great as I can. A preference of color Sir? Or who they come from?"

Haya-Ji is teasing but knows he can do this. He was at Red Infinity and knows a few angels from the data....

She was shown. She was shown many pictures of the enemies of LIF. She was shown a data base of the monsters and such. She licked her lips. *tick*

We shake our head and take control for a minute as Haya-ji composes himself.

"We will do as you request. Give us the specifics and we shall make you a grand fan of angel feathers sir. We want to make you happy yes yes yes...we do. We want to be a great hunter sir. Yep yep yep."

He waits as he regains control. He waits for Peter...as he always has done.

[Sonne]

He hated kids. Throwing rocks at him, runing his perfectly aligned feathers. Albeit, they were rough, unattractive and werd looking when there was only one wing, but still, perfectly aligned. He sighed as he was pelted with more rocks. Why why why why why why why why why why why why why? The word repeated over and over in his head.
Why were people so mean to him?
Why did India have so many mean kids?
Why couldn't he get a girlfriend?
Why couldn't he be just another normal guy?
Why did he only have one wing?
Why did they sell 8 buns in a package and only 6 hot dogs?
He pondered this and many others as he walked along, feeling pretty freaking low right then and wishing that he had a frined, not even a girlfriend, just a friend. He' donly had one other friend in his life. He looked up at the beauty of the wilderness before him. Maybe he'd just lay down here, rest a bit, and hopfully everything would be better. He lowered himself and looked up at the sky.
-Ah, to be a cloud, floating in an infinite cycle, but never a care in the world. Just wondering through an endless sky without a care, not troubled by these troublesome creatures down below. Ah, if only.-

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter hands Haya a small photo of a black feather fan. It looks old, even in the picture. "Recreate this. Color doesn't matter."

[Sasha Kropotkin]

As I'm playing my mandolin inside a vacant church, I hear Antero enter. I set it down, and approach him.

"Fancy meeting you here. I'd ask you if you came here often, but I already know the answer to that. Looking for Simona?"

I smile.

[Haya-Ji "The Hamster"]

He laughs.

"Yes sir. But I must ask a very stupid question."

Haya-Ji kicks the floor.

"How do you get out of this place? I do not teleport sir...I do not have that ability yet."

He feels stupid and looks embarrassed as he gazes back at his mentor.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

((Sorry it took me so long to post, Tina, I guess I ended up missing you.))

I am knocked out of my trance by one of the newer rebels, Tina.

"Oh, hey Tina... Yeah my name is Mischa, you're new, right? Nice to meet you."

I shake her hand and hear footsteps behind me. It's Bassarov.

"Hello Vossya, how are you?"

[Sonne]

Maybe he could transfer schools, go somewhere else again. He had heard that Helsinki was getting some new community teachers, that sounded cool. Maybe people would be nicer in Helsinki, maybe he could find a life there, maybe this maybe that. He closed his eyes and just thought about the ways in which his life sucked.

1. No friends
2. No love interests
3. No life

Yeh, that sounded about right. What good were 13 years of education when they wouldn't heplp him get anywhere in the world? Sure, math was fun and german had never steered him wrong, but maybe he should do something more. Maybe he could use the worthless sword on his back. Yeh that would help, exercise would get rit of some of this agretion and stress. He drew out his no-dachi and swung it around playfully, enjoying it and just letting his mind wonder through all the books he'd read. One had been about sword fighting in Feudel Japan. He pictured the book and the movements just kind of came to him.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter nods and points, "The front door is that way. We're in Berlin so you should be able to move freely."

[Dr. Andrea Murdock]

Dr. Murdock sits at her desk, going through recent press releases. Her desk is impeccably neat. She straightens her glasse, and uses a red pen to make alterations.

[Antero Black]

Is that why you are here? Or have you suddenly become churchly? I ask him telepathicly

He is always so nice, too nice.

I think of Zinn and want to make her suffer somehow.