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Post by Satsujin on Nov 17, 2004 0:32:13 GMT -5
"Maybe." Satsujin leans to one side.
"Maybe not." He swings to the other side and starts laughing.
"Actually, no. That is not my plan. That is my GOAL. The plan by its very name is a series of actions to accomplish a set goal. And like hell I will tell you my plans. Hahahaha!"
Satsujin abruptly stands in the middle of his laughing.
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Post by Void on Nov 17, 2004 0:34:15 GMT -5
An Orb of Annihilation appears seemingly out of nowhere and launches itself at Satsujin.
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Tyhjä
Senior Member
The Finnish Void
Why in the world are we here? Surely not to live in pain and fear
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Post by Tyhjä on Nov 17, 2004 0:36:08 GMT -5
"I pose no threat to you, so it doesn't matter either way if you tell me some of your plans. You will destroy Earth first? That seems illogical to me, since such a large number of gods reside there at the moment. I personally would start on other planets and work towards Earth. The more you destroy, the more powerful you will become. And you will need to be at full power if you intend to fight all of the gods."
Tyhja sees the orb and is pleased he no longer needs to stall things.
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Post by Paris on Nov 17, 2004 0:36:23 GMT -5
I smile as I hang up my phone and layi n the sun oncem ore. "Nice try baby sister." I said with a laugh. I put my sunglasses up and started thinking about Dinri.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 17, 2004 0:46:29 GMT -5
After many minutes of moping, I decide to put my pride aside and pick up the phone. I dial Illidans extension and wait for him to pick up. When the call goes through, I rush through a waterfall of words.
"HelloIllidan,thisisKaieka.Iknowthatyouprobablyhateme
andI'msosorryforbeingsuchaterriblepersonandsayingwhatIprobably
saideventhoughIcan'tremembermuchofit.IreallyamsorryandI
feelsoawefulandIcan'tfigureouthowtomakecoffeeandIthought
youmightknowhowand..."
BEEEEEEP
Oh Bother! A bloody answering machine. I clear my throat and start again, this time slower.
"Hello Illidan. This is Kaieka. I ... I... can't make coffee... I mean... That is, I wanted to say that I'm..."
BEEEEEEP
Blast this infernal technology! I let out another swear and send saucer pieces scattering. The phone is slammed down back in the hanger.
d**nit!
I wrestle with the phone for a minute and then send it too across the room.
#nosmileys
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 17, 2004 0:54:09 GMT -5
"As long as you are safe, I guesss the details don't matter." Bassarov replies. He takes a look at the letter. He disregarded it earlier.
"I don't know, I didn't pay the letter much attention. It was in your mail, so I didn't want to snoop."
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Post by Illidan on Nov 17, 2004 0:56:17 GMT -5
Illidan checks his messages and sees that he has one from Kaieka. He calls her back right away.
"Kaieka, you can't make coffee?"
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 17, 2004 1:05:17 GMT -5
The phone rings and I just about jump out of my skin. I run across the room and pick it up before whoever it is on the other end hangs up. The reciever is broken from being chucked across the room, and I get a shock as I hold it up to the side of my face. When I hear Illidan's voice on the other side, I feel very relieved.
"No. No, I can't make coffee at all. I can't make anything! I don't know how to make anything!!
I collapse on the floor again, feeling overcome with emotion. The coffee isn't the real issue, of course, but the last straw, so to speak.
"I... I'll never amount to anything... There's no ... point. I... I ... am such a h-horrible person. I was so m-mean. I'm s-s-sorry. I ...
I... I don't know what a filter looks like... And even if I did... I don't know where it goes! I'm USELESS!!!! All... I... Wan... ted... was... a ... cu... pof..... coff... hee.. heeeee... heee!"
I'm a sobbing mess, some sort of mid-eternal-life breakdown. I think I am losing my mind.
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Post by Illidan on Nov 17, 2004 1:07:57 GMT -5
"Red Infinity has free coffee in the lobbys of all of their Ministries. Where are you Kaieka? If you know, I can direct you to the coffee." Illidan replies.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 17, 2004 1:14:14 GMT -5
I sob for a few more moments and then reply as best as I can.
"The l-lobby... r-right. Thankyou Illi...dan."
I wipe my eyes and hang up the phone, which really doesn't sit in the hanger anymore since it has been busted to pieces by being thrown across the room. I go into the bathroom and splash some water on my face, throw on some clothing, and walk down to the lobby.
Sure enough, there, as promised, was a pot of coffee and next to it were creamers and sugars and little red stir sticks. I quickly pour a cup, add some sugar and creamer (usually, I would drink it black... but I feel that some comfort is in order), plop in a stir stick and head back up to my room, which is now strewn with various kitchen implements.
I walk around the broken dishes and boxes and bags of this and that, and sit serenely on my bed with my hot cup of coffee.
I take a sip, and inhale and exhale deeply.
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Post by Illidan on Nov 17, 2004 1:15:32 GMT -5
Illidan goes back to bed, happy he could help Kaieka get some coffee.
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Post by Satsujin on Nov 17, 2004 1:27:57 GMT -5
Satsujin raises a hand and catches the orb, holding it with no trouble. He starts laughing softly, then breaks out laughing.
"Fools!" He shouts as he crushes the orb with his bare hand, the implosion not powerful enough to suck any of him in.
"What you don't realize is that THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING!!! HAAHAHAHAHA!"
Satsujin couldn't stop laughing as he held his chest. Finally he is able to talk normally.
"Do you know how much of this universe is left untouched by me? Go ahead. Take a guess..."
He waited for their answer.
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Post by Void on Nov 17, 2004 1:30:32 GMT -5
I lean weakly on my Void Shard, breathing heavily. The Shard itself flickers as if it is but a projection. I am too weakened to even bother to answer.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 17, 2004 3:11:58 GMT -5
I take a look at the letter.
"Lev Bronstein..? That's Leon Trotsky's old name..!"
I peruse over the contents of it, nothing seems very significant. There's an arrow pointing to the other side which is blank.
"Hmmm... Well, this is really strange..."
I look over the front side again, then back to the opposite side, confused.
"You know... When Lenin was in Siberia, he wrote letters in lemon juice, so you could not read its contents unless you held it up to a light."
I hold the note up to a light, and writing appears!
"Holy nuts!!"
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Nov 17, 2004 3:13:53 GMT -5
"Relax Dominique, I'm here of my own will." Peter walks closer, hands still in his pockets, "I left the L.I.F. I'm here to offer you an invitiation. I'm collecting the best of the best. Among the gunslingers your a legend, remember. One of the Twelve."
Peter glances at the two other people but returns his gaze to Dominique quickly. "I want you to join up, Dominique. Our goals are simple really: we're going to change the world."
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