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Post by Kallen on Oct 13, 2004 1:57:30 GMT -5
The goddes roared to life within the flesh of Kallen. The white light became blinding as she held closely to the man.
"You were saved because there is a grander scheme. You were needed. They knew that. And they knew you were worth it. They are peaceful and at rest. No need for remorse. They still love you. Come let us end this fight and become friends. Let us rise above the ways of fighting. Will you join me Fei."
She used his name as only a goddess would know a name untold to her.
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Post by Fei Fong Wong on Oct 13, 2004 2:00:01 GMT -5
"But... she... hurt... experiments... cruel... changed... used to love... stopped..."
A third voice, childlike, speaks. "Why is mommy's hair different? Daddy, mommy is hurting me! She puts me on a table and she cuts me! She says I'm special, but if I'm special why does she do this to me?"
Fei's voice continues to speak.
"Elly... I must find her..."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Oct 13, 2004 2:01:13 GMT -5
We get in the car, Vincent begins to drive us home.
"It's a nice job... Busy, but nice... I have more work to do, but I get more money and more perks. I still have to do press conferences, but I don't much mind that."
I shift in my seat.
"Different how?"
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Post by Sophia on Oct 13, 2004 2:04:42 GMT -5
I smile, flattered by this sudden outburst of emotion.
"What's that in your hand?"
I peek over his shoulder.
"If you don't mind me asking that is."
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Post by Victoria on Oct 13, 2004 2:05:36 GMT -5
"You seem...I don't know. Like...you don't care about people. You seem cold." I say.
I cross my legs and look up towards the front seat at Vincent.
"Hello Vincent I am Victoria. How do you like driving Mr. Big PR guy around all of the time?"
I laugh and turn to Futsu who does not seem as light hearted right now.
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Post by Soren on Oct 13, 2004 2:09:07 GMT -5
"I wanted to ride on the trolley with you. I have this thing...for trolleys." Soren replies.
"This is a schedual of when they pick up here. They aren't running on time though since the city is so totalled. It is a miracle that they operate at all."
Soren looks down the street and sees that the red trolley is approaching. It is 20 minutes late.
"I collect models of trolleys as a hobby. I put them together and stuff. That's why I smell like modeling glue sometimes."
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Post by Kallen on Oct 13, 2004 2:09:53 GMT -5
"We will go see Elly. I promise we will find her. Please come with me. Come with me and end this fighting. There is no need for this here. Not now. WIll you come with me Fei?"
Kallen continues to stroke his head.
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Post by Fei Fong Wong on Oct 13, 2004 2:11:48 GMT -5
"I... see... Elly? Yes... I...... will..........."
The image of Id fades and Fei collapses on the ground, unconcious.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Oct 13, 2004 2:12:19 GMT -5
"It's lovely, I wouldn't want to work for anybody else." Vincent says, coldly.
I smirk at Victoria. But she's right, I have been cold.
"I see... I get that way with work, the bigger the mountain of papers are on my desk, the more detached I get."
I hold her hand.
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Post by Victoria on Oct 13, 2004 2:16:18 GMT -5
I put my hand through his shaggy mop of black hair. I love black hair. It was always my favorite. He is so...cute and small. I sometimes feel like I could break him if I wasn't careful.
"Is work really that important? We only have one life and that's it. Why do you work so hard? You are passing life up, love."
I kiss him again.
"I want to take an exotic vacation somewhere. Will you take me on a holiday Futsu, dear?"
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Post by Sophia on Oct 13, 2004 2:16:40 GMT -5
"I'm honored that you would choose this for our first date, Soren."
I smile. His hobby is cute. I didn't want to say so for fear of offending him, he seems to take things the wrong way.
"Now that you mention it, I have noticed that glue smell. I collect stories." I say, as the trolley nears us.
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Post by Kallen on Oct 13, 2004 2:17:30 GMT -5
The goddess leaves as soon as he is out.
"Iivari help me with him please..."
Kallen looks at the man...boy...she feels so sad for him. SHe saw his pain and felt it. She wept for him.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Oct 13, 2004 2:20:04 GMT -5
I turn my head towards her hand, and kiss her palm. The notion of travel starts to excite me.
"That sounds like a great idea. How does New Zealand sound? I've never been there, maybe that'd even be a good place to move. How about it? Do you feel like moving tonight?"
As improbable as it is for me to move so far away, I feel as though we could make it work somehow.
"We can iron out the details as we go..."
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Post by Soren on Oct 13, 2004 2:20:17 GMT -5
Soren and Sophia board the trolley. He sits in the back and feels a little shy when she sits near him.
"Stories? So you like to read? Cool, here read this!"
Soren pulls a copy of the book "Trolley Girl" from his bag.
"I really like this book. It is about trolleys and anarchy...and middle aged women. I guess I didn't like that part. That part was lame. But it does talk about trolleys and anarchy...a lot! It is my favorite book. Please, go ahead, read it!!"
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Post by Sophia on Oct 13, 2004 2:23:56 GMT -5
I take the book.
"Th-thank you..." I say, taken off guard by his sudden animation.
"Tell me your story, what is it about trolleys that excite you so much?"
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