The Morning After

[Kaschei]

Kaschei calls Machiavelli to his office. It has been a long time since he has spoken with his dragon. Bringing Kaieka back from the past was a lot of effort, not to mention his other missions concerning Mitya Nadyezhda.

"Machiavelli, I appologise that I have neglected you. How have you been?"

Kaschei knows that the dragon may be angry, so he tries to be as friendly as possible.

[James]

"No."

I finish my apple hungrilly, not bothering to explain my answer, after all I don't owe anyone an explination .

"I bet they just don't have any where else to go. Yes, thats probably it, they are homeless people looking for a place to stay, and church is perfect for people like that. In my opinion the only people who need faith are those who have no faith in themselves, or are just to lazy to find their own purpose in life and instead spend all their time reading and honoring a book. Instead of something worth while....like me for instance."

How some one can be so wrong is beyond me.

"It's not even a very good book either..."

[Simona Weil]

"James...." I say with a smile. He has some sense of humor, always talking himself up. It is rather amusing.

I deal with mentally unstable and dellusional people all of the time, so this is really nothing. I just laugh quietly and try to make light of his narcissism.

The organ begins to play some hymn off key. The organist is either a novice or the organ itself has problems.

More people enter the church.
"Quite a crowd....it is amazing..."

[Ahriman]

((To James and Simona))

I teleport behind the organ player.

"Maybe you should pick up another hobby."

I draw my submachine guns, and look into the crowd.

"You know, it's really pathetic that you still haven't learned yet. The only gods that still exist have been bought off. He told me to tell you to go home."

I start firing into the crowd, just above their heads when I see a familiar face, along with another friend of hers, a newer anarchist that I recognize from the bios of the anarchists. I fly towards them.

"I should've expected to see you here, Simona. Have you a new friend?"

I say, looking at James.

"Hello James. You don't look the type to hang out at church. What is it, are you trying to f**k her?"

I smile.

[Mielikki]

"It's been so long since I've saw him. Thank you Persephone, I'll see you around. I bid you farewell for now." Mielikki says with a smile and slight nod toward Persephone before she teleports to Germany.

She walks towards the forests, since it is most likely Tapio would be around there.

[Simona Weil]

"Ahriman..." I freeze. This is the man who caused most of my sufferings when I was imprisoned.

I flash back to those experiences and freeze in place. I am paralyzed by the same fear that I had when I was there.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea sat frozen for a second next to Simona before her anger finally kicked in. Things like this truely upset her.
Finally get up off the pew, Linnea summoned her paintbrush and unfolded her wings going after the attacker.
"Get out!!"

[James]

The kill people do not bother me and instead I look to the man. I almost laugh, but refuse to laugh in church, were it not for this I would be rolling right now.

"Puh lease... You obviously do not know me if you really think that."

Considering the man just comminted murder I do not mention to him that he was very rude in speaking before being spoken to and instead look at him the same as I do everyone else, like something I stepped on and now must deal with.

[Ahriman]

((For the record, I shot over their heads, nobody was killed yet))

I laugh, and cross my arms.

"Well, now it's a party."

I put away my submachine guns, and draw my handguns, looking at first Linnea, then James, and back to Simona.

"I don't know WHAT has come over me, but I'm not feeling like killing or capturing anybody right now. Unless of course one of you wants to spend the rest of your life in the ministry of terror, then I'd be happy to accomidate you. Otherwise, I suggest you leave."

I smile.

"Pray to your false gods at home."

[James]

I listen to this vaguely. I know I am not going to die today, I am going to die in 113 years on a Tuesday, it has been predicted by the worlds top crazy scientists. Waiting for Simona and Linnea to react I remember something and take out a bouncy ball from my back pocket and bounce it up and down.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea was furious, thinking for a minute nothing logical came to her mind so she just went after him.
"The Ministry can I disagree," Linnea was over head holding her paint brush. "God please forgive me for cursing in your house."
She bowed her head almost in prayer and then pointed her brush.
"Now why don't you leave? We never did anything to you."

[Simona Weil]

I snap out of my daze and call for my pet dove Paccie.

"Paccie, I want you to go tell Antero and Sasha that Ahriman is here...."

I send the dove off with the message. She coos a little before flying away.

[Ahriman]

I slap my forehead. A blue flame surrounds my hand, enchanting the bullets, making it impossible to heal the wound in an unnatural way (no healing magic). As the dove takes off, I shoot it just before it gets to the door, exploding into a mess of feathers. While James is bouncing his ball, I turn and fire another round into his hand, immediately after he catches it, going through his hand and into his knee, then to Linnea, and fire another shot into her shoulder, before she can reach me.

"Clearly, you do not understand your positions... Your arrogance is cute, but you are under my heel. You have two options. Leave, or be taken to the ministry of terror."

[Machiavelli]

Mac had been in stasis since having his energy drained at northrend. He had been recovering nicely but had been testy that Kaschei had not visited him in the infirmary. He reluctantly trudged to the office and sat in the chair across from the man he loved and at the moment was displeased with. Kaschei spoke and acted as if he was sorry but Macs ego had been hurt.

"As if you care Kaschei. I was in the infirmary for like a week and you didn't even come to visit. Whenever you get a new pet the old ones are ignored. I am sorry i could not get your lapdog back but i will. I will get her and bring her to you as soon as i am able to fly once again. Perhaps if i show my worth you will not forget me so easily."

Mac turns his head and pouts. He hated that his sexy sorcerer had forgotten him.

[Ashen]

((I've been kinda sick for the past day or two, so sorry.))
Ashen reflects on Artemis' words and gets into a sitting postion.
"Interesting, what could convince me that I'm strong?" He said quizically, mostly to himself.
He pats her tail unconsiously. Her scales were sparkilingly beautiful, and he love their texture and feel against his skin.
"Probably if I were more magnificent, better looking, physically stronger... If I were stronger than you, or stronger than even Damascus, then I would I consider myself strong."