Tapio
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God of the Forest
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Post by Tapio on Oct 27, 2004 23:28:49 GMT -5
A tear rolls down his cheek. He had not known about this, it must have een not that long ago then.
"That... that is most depressing." He said, head bowed, eyes down cast.
Where his tear fell, a mrning glory bloomed. A flower that killed others to live. Such a horrible thing to humans, but that was natures way he supposed. Darwin had bbeen correct in his hypothesis, it was survival of the fittest, of the strongest. Weaklings, much like himself, were doomed to die and be forgotten.
"I am sorry, but may I please be left to greave for the loss of my wife, Swan?" He asked, his voice heavy with saddness.
((I do apologize, but I need to sleep. Goodnight and pleasent dreams to you all. And a happy belated birthday to the site.))
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Lempo
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God of Evil
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Post by Lempo on Oct 27, 2004 23:30:27 GMT -5
I walk into the dungeons and approach the man by the name of Valdoya Bassarov.
"So, this is the great revolutionary. It boggles the mind how you've been captured so many times and yet are still alive."
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Post by Sophia on Oct 27, 2004 23:31:21 GMT -5
They enter the ruins of the house, and take a look around. Most of the house is too destroyed to make much out of the person who previously lived there, but the bedroom was surprisingly intact. On their dresser is a wall of empty jars of various shapes and sizes.
"This room smells like... Peanut butter..."
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Post by Swan of Tounela on Oct 27, 2004 23:31:49 GMT -5
"I thank you for starting to heal our forest. As for your wife, I am sorry."
I leave Tapio and return to the Green Party HQ.
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 27, 2004 23:32:06 GMT -5
"Looks like a place to sleep." Steve tosses his duffle bag onto the bed and stretches his arms, falling backwards into the bed as well. He lays for a moment then sits up and looks at Cynthia. "Is there a time I should... well... not be here? I plan to be out most of the day tommorrow and come back about evening. That alright with your schedual?"
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Post by Soren on Oct 27, 2004 23:34:58 GMT -5
"Check out these strange dolls." Soren flashes a flash light at a pair of ugly looking dolls sitting on a shelf in the kitchen.  |
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Cynthia
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Fairy Prostitute/Thief
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Post by Cynthia on Oct 27, 2004 23:35:17 GMT -5
"That works out perfectly." Cynthia sits on the fold out bed next to Steve. "Believe it or not, I get more clients in the day time out here. No shame, I tell you... If I get a client when you're here, I'll be sure to get a room at the hotel. I have an understanding with the owner."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 27, 2004 23:40:19 GMT -5
Bassarov is startled by the very evil looking man in his cell.
"Holy hell, looks like they have some new staff." Bassarov thinks to himself. But he will not show his alarm to this man. The stranger likely feeds on that sort of fear.
"Yes, I am Valodya Basasrov. I think the government has a policy of catch and release for some of their bigger fish." Bassarov says. He realizes that being in the Ministry of Terror is making him say dorky things. This does not settle well with him.
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 27, 2004 23:46:26 GMT -5
Steve nods, "Alright, I'm sure that'll work out alright then." He suddenly bursts out laughing, "What an odd couple of roomies we are eh? A prositute and an ex-boxer. It's kinda crazy..." Steve settles down and wipes his eyes. Silence suddenly fills the room and he feels a little uncomformatable having Cynthia sitting right next him. He'd have to get over that if they were going to be roommates and friends but she was a very cute girl... woman. She was a woman, not a girl. Infact... "Cynthia, if you don't mind, how old are you?"
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Post by Sophia on Oct 27, 2004 23:47:39 GMT -5
"That's enough to give one nightmares." She looks around the room. "I think I've found the cause of the smell..." She points to a cat with peanut butter all over her face and paws.
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Post by Soren on Oct 27, 2004 23:50:16 GMT -5
"The poor cat. Maybe we should take care of it." Soren suggests.
"It was hungry I guess. Llocked up in this old house and managed to survive on peanut butter. Hey, maybe we can call her Peanut." Soren picks up the dirty cat. He sets her on the kitchen counter and wipes down her fur with a rag.
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Cynthia
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Fairy Prostitute/Thief
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Post by Cynthia on Oct 27, 2004 23:50:28 GMT -5
"I'm 26, why do you ask?" Cynthia lets her legs dangle off the edge of the bed.
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 27, 2004 23:54:11 GMT -5
Steve chuckles to himself. He rubs his index finger under his nose, itching his top lip. "Your three years older than me. I keep thinking you look way to young and your actually older than me." He turns to look at her, "You have a cute face. You look more like a girl than a woman to me. I just think that's funny since your older than me."
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Lempo
Senior Member
God of Evil
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Post by Lempo on Oct 27, 2004 23:55:01 GMT -5
"I've never been fond of fishing." I say coldly.
"What is today's offense?"
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Post by Sophia on Oct 27, 2004 23:56:39 GMT -5
The cat meows with a mouth full of peanut butter. What a cutie. Sophia looks underneath the bed, and sure enough there were three jars of opened peanut butter, smeared with peanut buttery paw prints. She walks back to Soren.
"You know, I wonder where the owner is, or if he's okay." She leans against a wall, and feels something clothy. Upon closer examination, it turns out to be a piece of shirt, snagged beside a gaping hole in the wall. Inside the hole is an arm buried under cement and wood. Sophia jumps back, and makes a bizarre yelping noise.
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