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Post by Mistress Dragon on Oct 31, 2004 20:30:59 GMT -5
Well, if Dionysus hadn't heard her before, he'd sure know now. Mistress sighs, she swears Silver has short-term memory lose. "You did know.. I told you a long time ago, I can't people you forgot.. But, um, well.. It's a long a story which I don't feel like telling again.."
She wonders how Dionysus will react.
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Post by Silver Crystal on Oct 31, 2004 20:33:18 GMT -5
Oh, yeah.. Now I remember.. Sorry..
Silver smiles toward Aneurin.
Nice to meet you too. Where's Jera?
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 31, 2004 20:34:19 GMT -5
When I am sure that Bassarov has calmed down I kiss him on the forehead and walk outside for a cigarette. The whole time I am outside I worry about him, hoping that his mind isn't perminantly damaged by whatever happened. Even now that he is free, his battle continues inside...
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Post by Zinn on Oct 31, 2004 20:49:38 GMT -5
Zinn teleports to Amersterdam.
Things are looking slightly better than when she last saw it.
Slightly.
She goes to the anarchist house, climbs through a broken window, curls up into a ball, and falls asleep.
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Zhen Morgan
New Member
Red Infinity Android
All I know is the cold steel of weapons and ringing sound of gunfire.
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Post by Zhen Morgan on Oct 31, 2004 20:52:34 GMT -5
In a spilt second,the data scans into her head and the solution is flashed. Run. Peter "The Owl", L.I.F, more of a match then Zhen could handle. But for some reason, she ignores the last part.
She takes off to the right, sliding behind a pile of broken machines. She shoves her gun back into her jacket and unbuckles the shotgun from her back which was already loaded. She jumps up, firing a round toward Peter.
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Oct 31, 2004 20:53:58 GMT -5
Finally the transport arrives over Amstradam. A hundred paratroops leap from the aircraft and sink to the ground. Each carries a tank with 20 gallons of a mixture of highly corrosive chlorine gas and sulfuric acid. When they land they begin spraying homes and businesses thought to be symphatic to the Anarchists...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 31, 2004 21:01:51 GMT -5
I smoke the cigarette until the burning tobacco is almost touching my fingers. I flick that and immediately light another. Now memories begin to come to me, memories from three years ago, when I got my first and only assignment...
Flashback:
At first the image is fuzzy. I am standing in a line of girls, all my age, and all remarkably similar to me in size and build. Only our faces really diffirentiate us. A young man is calling off numbers, telling us where to go. Finally it is my turn. "3442, bloc 14." he says coldly. I walk to bloc 12, only to realize that I am the only girl standing there. After another twenty minutes he reaches the end of the row, and still I stand alone... I am nervous, I find myself craving a cigarette but I only have three left from the pack that I had stolen from my mentor, F3101. Finally I see an older man walking towards me...
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Oct 31, 2004 21:06:30 GMT -5
Flashback
I walk up to the girl standing in bloc 12. Her gaze is downcast and she is fidgeting nervously. Singularly unimpressive, I think, Yet these children never are. It's only after they have spilled blood that they begin to become noticable... "I am Prince Tepes, however you are to refer to me as either 'General Kolov,' or simply 'My Lord' from now on, understood?"
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Post by Leon on Oct 31, 2004 21:13:26 GMT -5
When I finally got the part, I placed it into her mainframe and screwed her back together.
Well, lets see if this baby can't work. He placed in the battery and watched the mechanical parts wizz.
((Is there anyone to play hope???)
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 31, 2004 21:15:40 GMT -5
Flashback:
I glance up at the man. The fear I am feeling is irrational, I know this man is my creator, and my new Master. "F3442, reporting for duty, my lord." I say as I kneel and bow before him.
(OOC I dunno, but I posted to you on Imara)
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Oct 31, 2004 21:18:17 GMT -5
Flashback
"Excellent." I say. I snap my fingers and begin to walk, and like a well-trained hound she follows. I lead her to my office and sit down, and motion for her to sit across from me.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 31, 2004 21:20:07 GMT -5
Flashback
I sit in the chair which is far too large for me. "I understand that I have been assigned directly to your service. Why is this, there are others, like F3466, that are more proficient than I am."
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Oct 31, 2004 21:23:44 GMT -5
Flashback
"Yes, I know. But you're different than she is. You are a copy of the most reliable servant that I ever had, F143, who is a copy of her own grandmother, F64, who is a copy of the original Superhuman, F0. Each of you has had verious unique personality quirks, but tehre are always things to tie you together. A good example is chemical addictions. Tell me, do you smoke?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 31, 2004 21:25:22 GMT -5
Flashback
The nearly empty pack of cigarettes seems to burn against my hip. "Y...Yes, my lord." I stutter. Like everyone else in this last scrap of the United States I am not allowed to smoke until I turn 18. But one cannot lie to her master.
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Oct 31, 2004 21:30:12 GMT -5
"As I expected. It's of little cociquence to me, as long as you follow orders. Now F46 and F143 were both remarkable assassins, cold and merciless, but they lacked drive, motivation, imagination... Without these qualities even a slave can't be fully effective. Therefore you are patterned more after F0 in the respect that I allowed you to keep a number of your emotions that the others didn't. Perhaps with these qualities you will be able to learn to love that which you fight for, which is the rebirth of the United States into this desolate leftist wasteland..."
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