Helen Gin
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Servant to Louhi
Posts: 48
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Post by Helen Gin on Sept 20, 2004 18:37:17 GMT -5
Helen walks into the Ministery of Terror. She sees two men, one who had just set his finger on fire for a minute.
*Humans just get stupider, don't they?*
She says, sitting down slightly away from the two men, Leander and Ramriz.
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Post by Ramirez on Sept 20, 2004 18:38:50 GMT -5
Ramirez nods at what she said.
"No...theve always been stupid"
Ramirez said coldly.
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Post by Varsha on Sept 20, 2004 18:39:06 GMT -5
Varsha walks into the Anarchist base. "People are finally here! Do you know where Zinn is? Also, I'm Varsha. One of Zinn's friends. I wanted to talk to her." She says.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Sept 20, 2004 18:42:11 GMT -5
I turn away.
"I think you just as misguided. I would ask that you keep the crude insaults to yourself. I am done arguing polotics with you, it never proves a good experience.
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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 20, 2004 18:43:25 GMT -5
"Hi Varsha, I'm Ivan. You're looking for Zinn, huh? Zinn is...... out. If you wish, you can stay with us, though."
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Helen Gin
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Servant to Louhi
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Post by Helen Gin on Sept 20, 2004 18:45:49 GMT -5
Helen transforms into that of the body of a woman who appears in her early 20s, with long black hair and blue eyes. "Of course. But they seem to get stupider, as if that was possible. Who are you?"
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Zeila
Senior Member
Anarchist Alien
"Call me Zeila," the bright spirit said, And passed from my vision afar.
Posts: 77
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Post by Zeila on Sept 20, 2004 18:46:19 GMT -5
It might be good to talk to the other anarchists first, but hey, we could just go out looking for other ursarian rebels. I met one named Usha when I was at the base. We could meet her.
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Post by Ramirez on Sept 20, 2004 18:47:36 GMT -5
Ramirez gives her a cold smile.
"You can call me Ramirez...."
He said and loked around the room.THere was nothing to do that already hadnt been done.
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Post by Varsha on Sept 20, 2004 18:47:58 GMT -5
"Alright, I'll stay here then. It's nice to meet you Mr. Boomstar." Varsha says, smiling.
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Sept 20, 2004 18:48:39 GMT -5
"I'm sorry Lysander. Why don't we go back to my mansion and make up?" I take his hand and smile brightly
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Quana
Senior Member
Ursarian Anarchist
No thanks. I'd rather rule myself. Duh! Thats why I am an anarchist!
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Post by Quana on Sept 20, 2004 18:49:48 GMT -5
Okay! Quana turns to Varsha and smiles. My name is Quana. I am pleased to met you. Zinn was out getting drunk last time I saw her.
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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 20, 2004 18:52:10 GMT -5
Ivan remembers talking with Simona about Zinn, and hearing about Varsha, too. He feels kinda bad for the both of them and their situation. He also remembers her being with that angel boy who wanted Ivan to help him for free.
"I think we've met before, in one way or another. So, how's life?"
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Post by Varsha on Sept 20, 2004 19:00:29 GMT -5
"Oh.. I hope she doesnt get too drunk.." Varsha says to Quana and turns back to Ivan. "Well, great right now, how about yours?"
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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 20, 2004 19:01:56 GMT -5
"Nothing out of the ordinary. So how's angel boy? Still asking people for help without paying them?"
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Post by Simona Weil on Sept 20, 2004 19:02:44 GMT -5
I wake up and am seize with fear, but I do not cry out. I am cold and naked. My body aches. I sit up and see I am in a room with dead bodies.
I get off the table and wrap myself in a sheet. I leave the ice cold room and the bodies behind.
I feel nothing, nothing but fear and the urge to escape. I run down a dark hall and remember Antero. I have to get him as well.
I have my powers now since I am not on the prison level.
I heal my body and send Paccie my dove to deactivate the security system down stairs. What happens after that is all a blur of fear and darkness I dont feel or think anymore. I just exist, like an animal exists. I have an impulse to survive, but no reason driving it.
When I come to my senses I have Antero in my arms and I am standing at the doorstep of the Anarchist house in Amsterdam
I do not know how I got here, I don't remember. I did something.
I knock at the door and collapse at the doorstep.
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