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Post by Olga on Sept 27, 2004 16:59:49 GMT -5
Olga turns to the man and smiles wickedly. Even in this new human form there is something trollish about her gestures. "Yes, I am Olga, and now I have a new body to use! Bwaa ha ha!! I can make men really suffer now!! They won't suspect a thing...until I transform and eat their tender manflesh, bwa ha ha ha!!" Olga cackles
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Post by Victoria on Sept 27, 2004 17:08:54 GMT -5
((To Mr. Futsu))
I wait up late for Mr. Futsu to get back but he doesn't.
He works so much now I never see him.
And now I am being transfered to the Ministry of Terror.
I finish packing my things and leave a note for Mr. Futus.
Futsu darling, I am being transferred so we are going to be seeing less of each other. Sorry darling, but you can always visit me at the Ministry of Terror
I leave the note on the table and teleport with my things to Moscow. I go to Kaschei's office to get my first mission
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Post by Roland the Black Hearted on Sept 27, 2004 17:28:12 GMT -5
"Ah, well that makes since then. Seems a shame to waste perfectly good flesh though. Flesh corrupts so easily."
Roland walks forwards, letting his hand fall to his side before putting both hands in his pockets. He glances around the room and smiles as the potted fern on the window sill shrivels and turns black.
"I wish to assist you in your indever to limit the human population of this world."
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Post by Zex on Sept 27, 2004 17:36:10 GMT -5
((This post is to Surma))
I want to talk to Surma but I don't know where he is.
How does a person contact a god?
I sit on my knees and pray.
"Dear Surma, this is Zex, I want to talk to you. Please meet me."
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Post by Olga on Sept 27, 2004 17:40:32 GMT -5
"I caught wind that Dr. Murdock wants me purged. I have to be careful now and I resent it. Bah. I need some way to get at her. Too bad she is such a cold pregnant dog. I could send a male operative after her, have him seduce her, and give her an STD. But she's as pure as soap. Grrr..." Olga makes a fist in frustration
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Post by Elijah Debs on Sept 27, 2004 17:46:16 GMT -5
Elijah vists the rebel base, and sees that really there is very little rebelious activity happening at all. He feels depair over the lack of cohesion in the rebel movement. But it is hard to be united and organized when Red Infinity crushes all signs of growth. He sits in the metro alone and reflects on what he can do to fix things. He determines that he will stay in Helsinki at least a little longer, even though his political calling is in America
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Post by Roland the Black Hearted on Sept 27, 2004 17:51:00 GMT -5
Roland blinks slowly, face blank. "I... was thinking of something on a grander scale than a government offical. But if you like I could place a drop of a vile poison in her food or drink. It would rot her from the outside in. If she is pure, then it would take many years to work fully too."
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Post by Olga on Sept 27, 2004 17:59:03 GMT -5
"If I plot against her I will surely get killed. We have to be...er...diplomatic. Okay, never mind her. She is cramping I disagree, but I can ignore it for now. She want us to be more covert and try to make a better public image for ourselves. But I want to crush all sexual deviance. I'm torn. So torn. Maybe I should boil her in a stew...graw...what do I do, Rolland, what do I do?"
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Post by Roland the Black Hearted on Sept 27, 2004 18:04:39 GMT -5
"Well there are alot of choices for human stew but they go best with potatoes and leek. Or did you mean other options in general?
Either way, if we're going to maintain a public image then I suggest we distribute free condoms... which we've lined with a micro packet of sulfuric acid. Or perhaps cyanid birth control pills. Or we could have a pregancy awareness day and then plant monitor devices in all the people who show up so we can keep an eye on them."
Roland smiles and rubs his chin, "Personally, I think we should get people bargain their souls away. I do love collecting souls. And people are so willing to give them away."
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Post by Olga on Sept 27, 2004 18:09:54 GMT -5
"Deadly Contraceptives, I love the way you think. You deserve a granola bar! Bwa ha ha ha!!" She hands him a Granola Bar
"Ha, yes, I will get on that right away. Now then, this soul selling stuff. I have a few people high on my sex list do to recent activity: Bassarov, Amerikanski, Calithin, Mr. Futsu, and...at the very top of the list Ivan Boomstar!! Now, can we relate this soul collecting stuff to sexual deviance?. I would like to send you after Ivan."
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Post by Roland the Black Hearted on Sept 27, 2004 18:15:27 GMT -5
"Oh, of course I can. People don't get lusty or sexual when their soulless. I've tested it. All I have to do is offer each other them something in exchange for their souls and we have a nice legal agreement.
And of course, if that does work then I'm just do this to them." He takes the granola bar from her and removes his left glove. Tenticales of whispy blackness reach out of his flesh and drift to the bar, wrapping around it. In a matter of moments the snack disolves into black powder and a few drips of black ooze.
"It's much more fun to watch a human being corrupt like that. Takes alot longer too. After their nerve endings melt and they stop screaming it's more fun. You get to watch their faces. Simply lovely." He replaces his glove and looks back at Olga. "Oh, and never take any food or drink from me. Ever. I have a tendancy to try to poison my coworkers as well as my enemies."
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Post by Olga on Sept 27, 2004 18:19:09 GMT -5
"And never go out to dinner with me, since it is likely you will be the main course, bwa ha ha ha!!" Olga laughs. Her waif like frame shudders with the deep trollish laugh.
"Yes go to Ivan and take his soul, then there will be no more baby Boomstars!!" She laughs once again at herself.
Despite her super model appearance, she is still as abrassive as ever
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Giselle
Full Member
Vampire Rebel
"What I really ment to say is I'm sorry for the way I am."
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Post by Giselle on Sept 27, 2004 18:33:14 GMT -5
Standing at the door to the Rebel Base in Helsinki, Giselle wonders if this was all just a very realistic dream. She'd had them before, so it was possible. She'd wake up, still in her room to the sound of her father bashing open the door.
Her hand rests on her chest, where her heart is. Silence. Nothing. Giselle looks at the ground, it wasn't a dream. She should be happy to finally be here, but she wasn't, because they could tell her to leave. That they have no room for her. She wonders if she'll ever get used to not hearing the sound of her heartbeat, not having to breath.
Giselle looks back up and knocks on the door, that more then likely wouldn't open. Leaving her alone in this dark world, like she has been since birth.
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Post by Kaitalish on Sept 27, 2004 18:35:23 GMT -5
I hiss as the blood hits me, causing a burst of steam to fly from my wingtip as it continues to expand. As I continue to grow, I bat at Simona with my flaming wing, my other wing batting at Soren. Those two strike me as the greatest threat.
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Post by Relentless on Sept 27, 2004 18:39:32 GMT -5
((I'm going to skip ahead a bit and say I already gave my speech. I haven't had time to write anything good and as anal as I am about my writing, it'd take more time than I have.))
I teleport behind Olga, kneeling upon the ground with my hand upon my belly as a show of respect.
"Good day, my lady. Do you have any orders for me?"
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