At Last A Solution

[Nakia Vanamo]

Nakia folded her arms over her chest and stared after him as he disappeared.
"Hmm for somebody that is so cute you sure do have an attitude. I apologized anyway so what's your problem," Nakia said about him after he was gone.

[Jareth]

Morrighan sits on the rocky mountain overlooking the village below. She watches as people go about their broken lives. She stands up and begins to walk to the house. Her anger had dissapated and had been replaced with utter disbelief and sadness. She hung her head as she walked. A loud laugh caught her attention.

She jerked her head to the side to see two young lovers playing a tag of sorts. When he finally catches her he passionately kisses her. Morrighan turns and walks faster into the house. She did not need reminders of what her love had done for her. Or made her feel. Her memories of what they had done not even a day or so ago made her flush bright red. She put her hand up to her face and felt cold metal against her skin.

Her ring...she stared at the black and red jewels that inlaid her engagement ring and slowly she felt it. A twinge in her gut.

She walked inside and sat in the livingroom. She had not even noticed that no one was there. Even if they had been she would not have cared. A fire was burning brightly in the fireplace. She watched the flames dance before her eyes as her fingers subconciously stroked the gems on her ring.

[Dmitri]

Dmitri was returning from the ministry of terror. He was still clutching the letter that gave instuction on how to summon Kallen. He had decided to give her some time before trying to woo her once more. He wanted her more than anything but he did not really wish to force her.

As he neared the manor he noticed a life signature inside...who would be at his home? Kallen perhaps!

He dismounted Mehnah and rushed inside to find his uncles liason on the couch.

"Feh i must be getting rusty. I swore i felt a life signature. It must be the warm from the fire. How goes Morrighan? And how fares my uncle these days?"

He sits beside of her oblivious to her mood.

[Ulgin Bilef]

Ulgin stands on the balcany overlooking the mountains to the west, leaning his back against the wall of the house. Magnus had been the Head of the House since their father had passed a hundred years ago.

Ulgin had never given his younger brother any sort of break in his life. He always thought he had to make Magnus tougher, make him see the ways of the world beyond the illusions of nobility.

But now, Magnus was gone. His skinny brother, skin pale in the candle light, up until dawn, pouring over lost volumes in the family library... He never thought that he would actually miss him...

Shaking his head Ulgin turns from the mountains as the sun sinks below them and the sky grows dark. He had no idea what to do... leadership for the House of Lee had fallen to him but... but he wasn't a leader, he was a soldier. Not wanting to think about any of this, Ulgin seats himself in one of the chairs by the massive fireplace one the second floor. He hears voices below, but does not move to see who speaks. He closes his eyes, sleeping the dreamless sleep of the dead.

[Jareth]

Morrighan closes her eyes. d**n did she wish she could cry. All of these emotions and no outlet. She wanted to weep for Omadon so much. She ran a hand through her dark brown hair and cleared her throat.

We were attacked at Northrend. Kaschei wanted to abduct me and take me back. Omadon sacrificed himself so that we could escape. He is...he is no more.

She opens her eyes still looking at the fire. She reaches up to stroke the pendant around her neck. The golden circular moon with the wolf infront of it. She would go tell Ookami after her mourning period was over.

And with that she stood up. She reached up and tore her dress. She began to sob but without tears. She needed tears! Slowly she felt something falling down her face. It seemed that the gods and goddesses had granted her at least a few tears. She bowed her head as she let out all of her sadness. Her ectoplasmic tears streaking her face. She did not care that Dmitri saw her this way. She had lost the most important thing to her. She slumped back down and held her face in her hands.

[Dmitri]

Dmitri reached over and put his arm around his late uncles fiancee. He stroked her back and held her close. He did not know what to say. but he felt he must say something.

"Uncle Magnus was a great man. He taught me much in the short time i knew him. I can't believe that my employer would stoop to such tactics to aquire you. At the concert he let you go did he not? Ah it doesn't matter now does it."

He pulls her closer allowing her to cry on him. He bows his head then a puzzled look goes across his face. She was undead...how could she cry? Something was going on with morrighan. He could feel it. Something inside of her was allowing her this luxery. but why? And what was it? It seemed so small...no bigger than a grain of sand but the power was there.

He bent and whispered in her ear.

"You will be taken care of by his family Morrighan. you became family when he claimed you. Do not cry. Please all will be well...somehow."

Immediately his own occult brain began to work thinking of what he could do. However he was a novice compared to Omadon and Omadon was already dead. To try to bring back the Lord of Northrend required the power of the lord of northrend. Dmitri would not give up however.

[Eliza Malone]

Eliza waited for some time for Lady Violet to answer her questions, however, the Lady was busy attending to matters involved in being the second in command of the World's government.

With her pen in hand, she slips out the doors of the International Headquarters and walks down the street. The sky is gray and overcast, shedding a light drizzle down onto the streets of Bejing. Everything about the city looks gray and overcast, including the faces of the people walking the streets this morning. They show the lines of hard work, hard lives. Eyes are drawn on by sad experiences, and hands hang slack at their sides.

Eliza decides to get a cup of something hot to drink, to stave off the influence of the cold. She walks into a cafe and orders a cup of coffee.

[Zinn]

Zinn continues to laugh. There is something desperate and mad in her voice. Her facial expression is odd, and doesn't convey any of the emotions normally associated with laughter.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov wakes up to the sound of laughter. He opens his eyes to his own dark cell, and assumes it is another prisoner who has lost her mind. He lifts his tired head with the hope that someone may be in the cell with him. But no, the laughter is from across the hall in another cell.
"Can you hear me? Who are you....this is Valodya Bassarov..." He strains to say.

[Kaieka]

I spend the daytime roaming about the Ministry of Terror, but feel greatly bored by all of this. I need something to entertain me. Perhaps I will see what else the city has to offer. I donn my cloak and head out into the city. I don't feel much like drinking any tea or anything like that again, so I walk around until I find a music venue and then pop inside. A band is playing loud, angry music... this will do. I slip my cloak off and sit down at a table in a darkened corner. I watch the band and watch the people milling around the dark, hazy place.

[Zinn]

((Just so you Ministry people know, any time you open a door or sit in two out of three office chairs, you're going to be hallucinating, unless you have an immunity to drugs.))

Zinn stops abrubtly.

"Hullo Bassarov. Fancy meeting you here," Zinn says in a dull voice. Sound carries well here, probably to let other prisoners hear people screaming.

Zinn is crouched in a corner. The cell lights are almost blindingly bright, and the white walls don't help.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Indeed. You come here often?" He asks, trying to make light of the situation. He is not sure who the woman is, but her voice sounds familiar. He is not all that wonderful at voice recognition.

[Zinn]

"Yeah. It's me, Zinn. I think we met at that meeting we had a while back, when we discussed politics. I stayed at the rebel base for a while, with the other Anarchists."

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Yes, I thought your voice sounded familiar, because of the accent. I just couldn't place it right away. I had the misfortune of meeting my dead ex girlfriend, which is how I was captured. How did you end up here?" Bassarov asks. Since there are no torturers around he feels relieved to have this time to talk to someone.

[Ahriman]

I walk down the dank hard steps that lead into the dungeons of the Ministry of Terror, and overhear two of the prisoners talking to each other. I stand beside Zinn's cell.

"Ah those who oppose Red Infinity are so incestuous... You live tens of thousands of kilometers (Let's just assume that the metric system replaces the old system after the revolution) and you seem to know each other. Such comradery..."

I open Bassarov's cell.

"Well Valodya... We should get you a membership card."