An Inner Density

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I was brought here by Kaieka, my ex girlfriend. I suppose simply being a rebel leader is enough to land me in this place." Bassarov replies.

"You must be new on staff here. I haven't seen you on my previous visits."

[Cynthia]

Cynthia blushes, and looks down. It has been a long time since she had heard a genuine compliment. "You're too sweet, kiddo..." She kisses his hand.
"Don't worry, that one's a freeby. And I only give those out to people I care about."

[Lempo]

"One might say I am very, VERY old." I reply.

"In any event, I guess I should probably torture you now. That IS why I am here after all. Being the greatest of revolutionaries, you've probably come in contact with many means of torture. If you are wise, you will not resist and go peacefully into oblivion."

My eyes begin glowing with red light.

"DIE" I say, commanding that the being before me cease living. Knowing this man's history, he probably won't succumb, but if he does it doesn't really matter that much to me. It should wound him either way.

[Soren]

Soren is so freaked out he backs into a closet full of atheletic supplies. Some hockey equiptment crashes down on his head.

"What the puck?!"

The puck bruises his head. He shakes it off and grabs Sophia's arm and the cat.

"This place is like some messed up horror film...let's get out of here."

[Sophia]

"I was thinking the same thing." Sophia heads for the door and trips over a hockey stick. "Piece of... stick..!" She gets back up, and brushes herself off.

"Come on, peanut." She looks back and the cat was back under the bed licking the peanut butter.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov instantly transforms into Chornbogk. His screaming voice converts into a gutteral moan as he changes.
Chornebogk looks at Lempo with his red, saucer sized eyes.
He is chained to the wall by his thin black arms. His sickle like claws click against the cement wall.
"Lempo..." he hisses..

[Steve Fox]

Steve blushes. He doesn't know why. He shouldn't, it's not a new thing to have a woman kiss him... well, the hand is new but not kissing in general. It must be because she was the first person in a long time to say she cared about him.

"Thanks Cynthia... it's good to know there's someone who cares about me." Steve feels he should do something... but he doesn't know what is or is not right for this moment.

He pats Cynthia on the shoulder, that seems like a nice, neutral gesture, "I care about you too..."


((Be back in fifteen minutes or so. Don't go anywhere.))

[Lempo]

I look at the god standing before me.

"So he is the vessel. It has been awhile, Chornebogk."

[Soren]

Soren rushes out of the house with Sophia. They walk back to the ruins of the anarchist house and he enters what was his bedroom.

"What a messed up day."
He sits down on his bed.

[Cynthia]

(Okay)

Cynthia smiled. She hadn't felt like this in a long time, to genuinely care about a person. She feels now that it would be weird to sleep with him, even if he were a cutey.

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual." She said, not knowing what else to fill the silence with.

[Valodya Bassarov]

The Russian spirit of evil says nothing to his Finnish counterpart. His pupils become small black slits at he looks Lempo over. Lempo looks different. He used to look like a fellow demon.

"I wassss killed you know..." the black spirit hisses.

"This is my reincarnation....yesssssssss...." He flicks his long crimson forked tongue.

"I will someday return........"

[Lempo]

I chuckle.

"The great Chornebogk fell? I must pay more attention to my fellow gods, it seems our immortality is much overrated. What managed to bring down the great Russian spirit of evil, pray tell."

[Zinn]

((Zinn the character is different than me. She doesn't listen to emo. I think she's more of a jazz sort of person. Maybe she listens to a few local, politically oriented rock bands. Also, Zinn is a writer. Her pen name is Locke. I don't wanna be pushy or anything, but she is notorious for writing, not questionable taste in music, or behaviour. Very few things are known about Zinn's behaviour in real life, since she is such a recluse, and she has a knack for detecting Red Infinity spies. Red Infinity didn't even know her gender until they busted her last cell, and discovered that Locke was Ariel Zinner.))

Zinn manages to bite Ahriman's nose as he moves away from her mouth. Zinn coughs, and blood covers the front of Ahriman's face, mixed with saliva.

Zinn bites off a chunk of Ahriman's nose, and spits it out.

Serves you right for getting that close to my face, Zinn thinks. She can't speak, and she is incapable of sending or recieving telepathic messages, so she is mute now. She will be able to get a prosthetic tongue eventually, but she will probably lose her sense of taste. Or whatever's left from all of that vodka. She probably won't be missing much.

Blood flows out of Zinn's mouth. She lets out a faint gargle, but doesn't scream. Her facial expression is dead.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"It was Ukko, the one who intends to kill all the gods in an effort to make this world atheistic." Chornebogk replies.

"My time isssss limited..." Chornebogk's eyes glaze over as Bassarov regains control.

[Lempo]

I look at the prone figure before me. Perhaps I SHOULD just kill him now in order to take out a potential rival. I start kicking Bassarov in the groin.

"Wake up worm."