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Post by Iltanesh on Nov 6, 2004 22:46:31 GMT -5
My eyes flicker in amusement and I bow to Zero.
"I'm sorry, I was hoping to speak with Bassarov, but I can see you two are busy. I will go to the base, it can wait."
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Post by Artemis on Nov 6, 2004 22:46:39 GMT -5
Artemis smiles encouragingly and pats Ashen on the back with her tail again.
I'm sorry. I wish I could ease your pain some way...
Then it dawns on her. She stand up and pulls at Ashen to make him stand as well.
Stand up. We are going to fight.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Nov 6, 2004 22:47:46 GMT -5
"...Okay. If it's important you can tell me now, Valodya placed me in charge of personell and militant operations." I say as I hesitantly bow back.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 6, 2004 22:48:32 GMT -5
"Good to see you Iltanesh. If you like I can meet with you back at the base later tonight. I would meet you now but I am taking Zero out for her birthday. Maybe after we are done with dinner I can stop by the base and we can talk about the rebel movement. Or...you can just tell Zero now, since as she stated she is in charge of the rebels."
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Post by Iltanesh on Nov 6, 2004 22:49:54 GMT -5
"Ah. It is no big thing, really, my mother requested that I lend my strength to the rebels here, in Helinski, for a time. I am not one to refuse a request from my mother. I'll be joining you here, at least for the time being."
I bow to Bassarov.
"In any event, I shall leave you two now. Enjoy yourselves Zero-san, Bassarov-sama."
I bow to both again and walk away.
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Post by Lisa on Nov 6, 2004 22:50:07 GMT -5
"uh..no.."
Meg says as she starts to make deep cuts along Allens chest.Drawing alot of blood.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Nov 6, 2004 22:52:30 GMT -5
"Ah so! That is good. Well you can help now if you want, here are some rebels that need contacted."
I give him a brief version of the list that Bassarov gave me.
Wheh he has left I turn to Bassarov, and say "You do know that he is calling you 'Lord Bassarov,' right?"
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Post by Ashen on Nov 6, 2004 22:52:32 GMT -5
Needing no further nudging than that, Ashen unbuckles the sword at his waist, holding it in front of him so that he could draw his masamune. It was about six feet long, so drawing from the waist was out of the question, of course.
"I'll assume you meant our human forms, Artemis." He said, no emotion to his voiuce now.
He dropped into a defensive stance.
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Post by Ixyanarosir on Nov 6, 2004 22:55:02 GMT -5
As Bassarov and Zero stand at the door two zombies come shambling past them, each carrying several iron reinforcements.
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Post by Allen on Nov 6, 2004 22:55:28 GMT -5
i tilt my head back and close my eyes, trying to push all fo this pain away, i start to think back to yesterday when she kissed me, how soft her lips were and how tender she was. picturing the person tortureing me wasnt meg.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 6, 2004 22:58:23 GMT -5
"I was not aware of that. I will have to have a talk with him later."
Bassarov knows that he is just being respectful, but he hates any sort of title which marks him as above others.
He walks out the door and nearly stumbles backwards when some zombies pass by.
"At least they are getting the job done..." He says with a shrug.
He takes Zero's hand and together they walk to the Sibelius concert hall which is not far from the rebel base.
The place is already packed. Zero and Bassarov enter the long line.
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Post by Cephrien on Nov 6, 2004 22:59:10 GMT -5
Ceph teleported in the attic and stared down at Julia.
He was slightly blushing, but it was too dark for anyone to notice.
"Are you okay..?" He asked her.
Ceph was sweating abit from the heat, but didn't seem to want to strip off any of his clothes..
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Post by Meg on Nov 6, 2004 22:59:20 GMT -5
Meg sighed when He didnt scream.
"hmm..."
She said as she stuck her clawed fingers into a open wound on Allens chest.
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Post by Artemis on Nov 6, 2004 23:00:58 GMT -5
Artemis draws her own sword. While it isnt as long as his, pulling it from her waist takes great skill... and long arms. She tilts her head and stands straight with her sword at her side. She notices how he changed when she challenged him. No longer is he emotional, but emotionless. Maybe he isnt as weak as he claims.
Of course. I didnt spend all day cleaning up Amsterdam so we could destroy it.
She says lightly.
Attack me.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Nov 6, 2004 23:03:08 GMT -5
Outside the air is brisk and cool, and quite comfortable. I light a cigarette as we stand in line. "Soon it will be cold out again. But we'll manage... When I was twelve I was sent to a frontier base in the northern Yukon, and my barracks was rationed just 20 pounds of lignite coal a day... Let's just say we were never too comfortable. But you're Russian, you know all about cold..."
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