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Post by Winter on Nov 11, 2004 18:52:53 GMT -5
Winter walks out the door and holds onto Samuel's hand after he closes it. -Where do you want to go eat?- She asks as they walk out of the Rebel Base.
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Post by H-008 on Nov 11, 2004 18:53:29 GMT -5
"I am f**king tired of you non-professionals wandering around down here!" Seven snaps as it steps out of the shadows. Its skin is eerily smooth and white as always, but somehow, Seven seems old and draw. It's teeth somehow seem more jagged. Its carefully manicured nails seem to have become claws. It could easily be a trick of the light. The truth is though, that the cloned bodies used for the pain eaters, despite containing some genetic material from immortals, rarely live for more than seven or eight years. For some reason, they go mad. Well, more mad. They can't eat pain as easily, so they starve to death. Usually, the master kills them, but the master has been busy lately.
Seven lights a cigarette, and doesn't even bother with its elegant cigarette holder. It has obviously been chain smoking. There is a dust of ash all over its ordinarily neat white suit. Its ordinarily perfect hair is mussed, and streaked with gray. Its scarlet lips seem thinner.
For some odd reason, Seven doesn't smell like cigarettes. It is completely scentless.
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Nov 11, 2004 19:03:29 GMT -5
Once again it appears that the pain eater is having difficulties. I teleport to the Ministry of Terror and see that the late-life changes have begun. As expected. But unlike before, this one will have a choice... "Seven, I need to speak with you in your office. Now."
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Post by H-008 on Nov 11, 2004 19:08:39 GMT -5
"Yes my lord," Seven says, bowing stiffly and somewhat painfully. It throws its cigarette to the ground and stomps it out. It glares at the girl as it walks over to its master. Seven's eyes actually glow now, like two tiny amber headlights in the dim hallway of the dungeons. Its irises have doubled in size, so the whites of its eyes are barely visible.
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Nov 11, 2004 19:11:23 GMT -5
(Sorry about the PM, I thought you might not have seen my post)
I lead him into the office and shut the door. "Well it appears that once again you have become old. Your species is short lived, that is your greatest drawback..."
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Post by H-008 on Nov 11, 2004 19:17:26 GMT -5
((No problem)) Seven smiles. Its teeth glint.
"Yesss," it hisses. Its back is hunched. Seven has more vertibrae than a human, so its back curves back into an inhuman U against the back of the chair. Some amber blood drips out of the side of its mouth. It wipes it off quickly on its sleeve. The blood burns a hole in Seven's suit, and is then reabsorbed into its skin.
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Nov 11, 2004 19:20:12 GMT -5
"You have already lived seven lifetimes and done me great service, so I think it is time that you have a choice. First, I could kill you and reincarnate you as before. Or I could simply kill you. It would be painful but quick. Or I could let you die on your own. Or... Or I could bring you back as something else..."
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Post by Cassinda "The Dove" on Nov 11, 2004 19:22:33 GMT -5
Cassinda lays back on the grass near the firing range and teleports a Hercules Trancula into her eye sight. The 5 pound spider tires to make a run for it but Cass is experienced. She chops at its legs until she cuts atleast 4 of them off and the sider is un-able to move. It satifies her just fine. She rips its fangs off and eats them, venom and all. Strangly, she is immune to any kind of venom. She sits, crossed legged, on the grass and eats the spider, down to the very last eye. It is good to her. No where near what Dante eats but very good to her. She is craving something. Something sweet like chocolate but tangy like a spider... Cassinda sighs and gets up. What the hell was she craving?
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Post by H-008 on Nov 11, 2004 19:28:19 GMT -5
"My lord, what do you mean by 'someone else'?" Seven asks, its eyes narrowing into inquisitive slits.
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Nov 11, 2004 19:31:51 GMT -5
"You don't have to be brought back as a pain eater. I could bring you back as a Super Human, Homo Altimus. This would expand your capabilities... And extend your lifespan by at least an order of magnitude. Of course you would have some choice as to appearance, but that is my offer. I require a decision."
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Nakia Vanamo
Senior Member
Red Infinity Dragon Geologist
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Post by Nakia Vanamo on Nov 11, 2004 19:36:34 GMT -5
Nakia looks at Seven from the corner of her eye and makes a face. Then continues walking down the hall before she decided that she was bored and teleported out. "Maybe I'll just go back to Egypt," she sighed.
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Kivutar
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Goddess of Pain
"Your just a worthless half-demon!" ~ Yura
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Post by Kivutar on Nov 11, 2004 19:37:51 GMT -5
" Youv know it." I said as i glided to him and kissed him on the lips. I licked the blood of my lips. "SUddeny the hairs caught on fire and started burning Mischa by the neck. "Soon, your head will be rollinf on the floor." I said laughing. I too my katana stabed his leg and slashed his other.
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Post by H-008 on Nov 11, 2004 19:49:26 GMT -5
"I am a pain eater. I have always been a pain eater. I know nothing else. But this intrigues me. If I were a Homo Altimus, what would I do?" Seven asks.
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Poison Ivy
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Counter Order Scientist
You must have been a good little bat boy this year. Harley and I are still on the naughty list......
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 11, 2004 19:55:29 GMT -5
I walked along the streets of Bejing. It was a busy city, city of crime, buisness and work. I was going to walk to my apartment. I finally rached it. It was in a run down neighborhood not exactly first class. I sigh as I entered my apartment and threw the keys on my table. I sit on my bed and sigh ta what has become of me. I see a letter on the desk. I take it and open it and started to read. "So, the location to the Counter Order base. I better get going." I said as I got up and walked to the fridge. "I also need to take a trip to my lab." I said as I put my hand on my forehead. "Its going to be a long day." I said
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Post by Gen. Vlad Kolov on Nov 11, 2004 19:56:14 GMT -5
"I expect that you will wish to keep this job, however you will have more expanded options for both work and for your own entertainment. And you won;t have to be cloned every seven years."
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