At Last A Solution

["Zero" Americanski]

I too am unsure how to act. For the first time in my life I feel real fear, not so much of dying, but of Bassarov losing one of his closest friends. I realize that that's my greatest fear, harming those close to me by my actions. I begin to focus, to gather energy, hoping for an oppertunity to escape...

[Garret thingysure]

"Man, this is really crappy. Linnea, can you throw some paint at this ASS guy or something? We can't let him do this."

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea smiled.
"That's a good idea. I wouldn't have done so in fear of intrupting and turning the situation downhill."
She summoned her paint brush and flung the paint at the man who seemed to think had the upperhand. Instantly he froze in place.

[Valodya Bassarov]

When the paint hits Rolland, Bassarov lets loose the dark energy orb he had created in his hand.

He watches as the orb rushes towards Rolland.

["Zero" Americanski]

I bend the space around me, forcing a gap between the tenticles. I slip through and empty the magazine of my pistol into Roland.

[Zinn]

Zinn gets up from her desk, inadvertently scattering papers all over the place. Zinn curses under her breath before putting the papers back in a relatively neat order. She has decided to get back into the game, so to speak. She will keep this apartment for writing and such, but she will rejoin the rebel movement. She is not sure whether that means returning to the Anarchists or not. Perhaps she will spend some time with another group. It would give her ample fodder for writing. She also wants to learn more about whatever the heck Zwei is.

[Lila]

Your welcome, Lila murmurs.
She finishes tending to his scratches and washes her hands.
Now, what were you dreaming about that would make you scrach yourself to death?

[Antero Black]

"I had a dream about spiders. I was in a cave and fell into a pit of spiders. They were crawling all over me."

[Roland the Black Hearted]

Roland vanishes in a blast of dark energy, the bullets ripping against him. Suddenly the haze of darkness swirls around, spinning in a circle. Roland stands in the center of the swirl, the darkness spinning around him.

His wings snap open, the metal link ringing harshly. He raises both hands. Zero and Linnea's own shaodws rise up from the ground and wrap around them, binding their arms. "Your working on my last nerve, rebels." Roland lowers his hands and the swrilign darkness vanishes.

He steps forwards and takes hold of Zero's chin. His skin is like ice, the cold from his touch seeps into flesh and bone, like ice in the blood. "I like you. But don't push it." He pushes Zero away, dispelling the enchantment that holds her and Linnea, letting them free.

He raises his left hand and tenticales spin out, wrapping about Bassarov. "Your spirit will likely protect you from my corruption, Bassarov, at least with a basic touch like this. Now, come along..."

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov struggles against the tenticals, which do not obliterate him due to Chornebogk.
"d**n...it!!" He says as he struggles.

["Zero" Americanski]

After I am pushed I stand in place, seething in anger. He is holding the man I love, and I can't do a thing about it. Silently I reload my weapon and wait for an oppertuntiy.

[Kaieka]

What has been going on? This ASS fellow thinks that he can waltz in here and steal my target? No way in Hell.

I see them all running around and fighting, tentacles here, dark orbs there. I draw my kris, loving the feel of the long curved knife in my hand. Pulling my cloak up over my head, making me invisible, I enter the fray. I walk up to Mr. Macho and plunge the blade deep into his back with one swift movement, then pull it free. While he is dealing with that, I grab ahold of Bassarov, before I teleport us to the Ministry of Terror, I speak sharply toward the other would-be-captor.

"First come, first serve friend, next time wait your turn. Kaschei has plans for this one."

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov didn't expect Kaieka to attack Rolland, but then again, he didn't expect her to be alive either.

In a flash they are gone, and when he finally gets his bearings straight he sees that he is back at the Ministry of Terror.

He slumps onto the floor of his cell.

"How did you come back to life? Mischa killed you. Or are you just another clone..."

[Zinn]

Zinn teleports to Moscow. She resists the urge to sneer at how well fed the people here are.

["Zero" Americanski]

"What the hell?!" I ask no one as Bassarov disappears. "I'll deal with you later!" I say to Roland, and fly back into the Machine. Normally I would be profoundly sad right now, but at this moment I can serve Bassarov better by defeating this Machine...