Waiting For The Next Revolution

[Mr. Futsu]

I smirk.

"Is it really that obvious?" I say, in regards to work. "Everybody runs to me if there's a problem. I've been so busy, that I was actually looking forward to that bloody press conference..." I say, noticing that I've finished my drink in two swigs.

"But I like the notion of you protecting me... I'll run it by Lady Violet."

[Paris]

I laugh. "Baby sister, its about time." I said smiling. * This is definetly a catch.* I thought. I still layedi n the sun smiling. "So, any other other men you have your eye on?" I ask smiling. *That pregnant dog, I 'll never get married. She's knows that. Ork ids, shes is a d**n pregnant dog indeed.* I thought.

[Tyhjä]

"But in time, the cycle will be completed. As the universe expands, creation becomes more seperate and the forces of void are increased. As the universe extends itself outward, the tension of voidal matter will begin to pull on it, and eventually the universe will snap. It will cause another cosmic explosion and restart the creative cycle." Tyhja explains.

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

(Anna is older than Paris)

I laugh and twirl in my chair.

"I am taking a vacation from men for a while. But you dear Paris should go to Phillipe right away. I don't want you to miss out on such a hunk. Oooh, but you might have a little competition. A young woman named Cosette was interested in him as well. But you are soooo much smarter and prettier than her, I am sure that Phillipe will choose you over her....as long as you don't give up and show him what a great woman you are."

[Satsujin]

((The staff is still flying toward you.))

"But why wait?!" Satsujin yells.

"I do not wish to live for that much longer just to see that come about!"

[Sasha Kropotkin]

"Ahh, hello Antero..." I say, a little hollowly. I grab an apple from the fridge.

"It's good to hear that she's okay." I say, taking a bite out of the apple.

[Tyhjä]

Tyhja dodges his own staff, and grabs it once it sticks out of the ground. He looks over Satsujin with curiousity as he formulates what he will say next.

"You are a God, you have forever. If you destroyed everything it would only start to rebuild once again, slowly. What does it matter if it is not or in a few trillion years? Time is nothing and you have not been around mortals enough to obtain their sense of it."

[Paris]

((I like saying that, lol))
"Thanks!" I said smiling. "Thats nice, but Anna! You shouldn't take a break from guys! You have to grab onto one so you when you turn old you'll at least have someone. The years arwe passing dear sister. And I cna take you to have a face lift!" i said msiling. "It iwll be so much fun!" I said. *How about a taste of her own medicine.* I thought msiling.

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

I roll my eyes, and ignore her comments. I wonder what the other capitalists are up to. No one has contacted me for a while.

"I don't want plastic surgery since I have come to accept I will never be as pretty as you Paris, so why even try? So, why don't you leave and find Phillipe, I am sure he misses your pretty face."

[Satsujin]

"Wrong again!"

Satsujin takes a seat on nothing.

"I have lived every experience there is through HUMAN's shadows. Through EVERYTHING's shadows. I have seen things no other god has seen, and lived through them as well. In doing so, I also acquired a mortal sense of time. I hate waiting, and you can imagine how terrible that was for me to be locked in here for eons."

Satsujin waves his hand around.

"I do not want to wait any longer. Nothing shall exist once again, and I shall be its steward. I will watch over it, to ensure that it does not create once again. And if there is nothing, that includes time..."

He smiles.

[Paris]

"Nah, not ta htis moment. He's cares to much about his friends and not me. So forget it. I need ot get with Diniri. I have to rescue him from that awfully boring Lady Blue." I said smiling. "No sister you will never be as pretty as me. But you can try if it makes you feel better." I said smiling.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

"Oh, uh..." I scratch my head. "Well, they didn't really 'release' me in the traditional sense... I was sort of put under house arrest..."

I see a note with Russian writing on it.

"What's that?"

[Tyhjä]

"So those are your plans."

Tyhja wonders where Void is. If Void will soon be able to fight or not. The essense of everything is nothing, but if the universe were reduced to nothing, the meaning and nature of nothingness would change. Absense is defined by presense, and there can be no sense of nothing unless it is the essense of something.

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

There goes that plan. It was such a good one too. I can figure something else out.

"That's too bad, you and Phillipe would have been sooo cute together. I have some work to do, so I am going to leave you now. Have a fun day my wonderful sister."

I teleport away from Paris to my own secret location that she has no idea of. I sit in my secret location and sceme up my next plan.

I hate losing. I never lose. If I lose, everyone loses. Philipe and Cosete will suffer.

[Kaieka]

I wake up a few hours after laying down with a pounding headache and only vague recollections of what happened during the evening. Sitting up, I walk to the bathroom and decide to take a shower to wash the remaining stupidity out of me.

My insides feel as though they have been turned inside out, and though the hot water pours over me and sweeps away some of the grogginess, I still have an overwhelming feeling of discontentedness. Everything about this evening, from my discourse with Kassienda to binge drinking to whatever it was that happened in Bejing... all of it has been more reminders of the uselessness of living a half life.

Things can cloak it. Very much like my cloak of shadows which can hide me from prying eyes, my pain can be covered up for a little while by drinking, or working, or causing others pain... but in the end, it is just a piece of fabric. I still know what is laying hidden underneath.

No matter how hard I scrub with the bar of soap, I can never lift away what the years have done to my... I can't even say soul anymore... they have taken that away too. My skin is raw from the trying.

I exit the shower feeling more alert, my mind functioning well... allowing me to think straight enough to wallow in self despair using cognant thoughts and whole sentences. It makes me wish that I was still drunk. It makes me wish that I had a bottle of pills and a tub full of razor blades... ah, but such things don't work on the likes of me.

Self pity... how lovely. I need to snap out of this, I need to put on my cloak and bare my fangs at the world. I need to delight in another's misery. I need a good f**k. I need a cup of coffee.

I go to the kitchen and sort through the various drawers looking for anything that resembles coffee. I find utensils galore and what I think are coffee filters, though they could be pot holders. I am not very domestic.

I should call Illidan. I was terribly mean to him earlier, from what I can remember, that is. I'm such a pregnant dog. I know I am. He probably hates me. I am not going to embarrass myself by trying to make amends.

d**nIT! HOW THE HELL DOES ONE MAKE COFFEE!

I start pulling out the drawers and dumping them on the floor. I throw cups and saucers around the kitchen and they smash to the black and red tiles. Collapsing on the floor amidst the shards and sthingys, I bury my face in my hands and curse softly.