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Post by Eliza on Nov 16, 2004 22:59:38 GMT -5
I nod. "Yes, sir." I said to him. "And if she refuses?" I ask him. I knew what he would say next.
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Post by Kaitalish on Nov 16, 2004 23:01:15 GMT -5
"Kill her," I say dismissively.
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Post by Ezra Weil on Nov 16, 2004 23:05:34 GMT -5
Ezra gets the files on La Resistance, which are more sparse than other rebel groups. He teleports to Paris and goes to their meeting place. He waits patiently for Raz.
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Post by Eliza on Nov 16, 2004 23:07:49 GMT -5
I bow. "Yes." I said as me and Faust turned to leave.
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Post by Soren on Nov 16, 2004 23:08:13 GMT -5
Soren punches the coordinates of the warehouse into the teleportation booth.
"I'm tired of waiting, let's go."
Soren teleports himself to the warehouse where Purge said he would meet them. He assumes that the others will follow him.
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Post by Oogie Boogie on Nov 16, 2004 23:13:05 GMT -5
I cought the scythe back. I blocked the metal once again iwth my forcefield. I threw a dice toward him. *That stupid wall, I'll show him!* I thought.
A razor roulette appeared above him and started gliding toward him with great speed.
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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
Posts: 79
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Post by Tyhjä on Nov 16, 2004 23:13:27 GMT -5
Tyjha is hit by the flaming blast, and plows into the strange, unearthly ground. He slides a short distance over the voidal surface. When he gets up his back is bruised and burnt. His torso is bleeding from the previous attack.
He will not give up. The white void is still in place, so his wounds heal, but only slightly. He chest still oozes blood over his lily white garments.
He teleports three times, phasing the distance between himself and Satsujin. He appears right in front of the evil God and at close range, strikes at him with his white void staff.
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septimus
Full Member
Nihilist Drug Dealer
the grass is always greener where the dogs are nutsting
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Post by septimus on Nov 16, 2004 23:18:19 GMT -5
septimus follows behind soren and the other nihilists whom he hasn't met yet. he needed something else to do, so he decided to hang around them for awhile. he decides not to speak unless spoken to.
he takes off his cloak, and slings it over his arm. the sun was down, so now he can use his cloak to turn invisible if need be.
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Post by Victoria on Nov 16, 2004 23:19:15 GMT -5
"Hello stranger, I wanted to talk to you."
I take a seat by Mr. Futsu. I has been a long long time since we have been together. At least it feels like it to me. I have been on missions assassinating people. I watch him on the TV when I get the time. I miss him.
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Post by Allen on Nov 16, 2004 23:21:18 GMT -5
I hear a scraping noise above me and do a backflip, doding the roullete blade, i land on my feet again and glare at him, a box comes up from the floor and covers me completely, a few other boxes appear around the room, i appear in a different one and the previous one forms into a beam which lances towards him. *i have to wear him out before he wears me out...*
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 16, 2004 23:24:50 GMT -5
I try to get up, but notice that I'm still chained to the bed.
nuts.
I get as dressed as I can over the chains, and wait for Julia to get her ass back in here so I can leave.
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Post by Soren on Nov 16, 2004 23:25:34 GMT -5
Soren enters the warehouse with the group. He sits up in on a box and looks around at everyone. The guy in the back looks real hard core. Like someone he doesn't want to mess with. Soren suddenly feels small and young. He is small and young. Just a young guy with a little too much hate for everything.
He releases his insecurities. They are all equal. Nothing more than heaps of flesh driven by nuerological chemicals, hormones, and the like.
"My name is Soren. I didn't see you before, you must be new."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Nov 16, 2004 23:27:01 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to me, I happen to sit right beside Victoria. I look at her in astonishment.
"Ah... Hello, Victoria... I thought perhaps that I was the last person you would want to talk to."
I order myself a drink.
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Post by Victoria on Nov 16, 2004 23:31:03 GMT -5
"I have done some thinking. Sure, I am mad at you. It really hurt my feelings. But I can get over it."
I cross my legs and sip my drink.
"Does the Ministry of Information need any assassins? I doubt it, but I want to move back to Beijing, so I am looking for a transfer."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 16, 2004 23:34:27 GMT -5
After realizing that waiting for Julia will probably kill me, I look for a crafty way to get myself out of here. Thankfully only my ankles are chained... I move around the room, looking for something to loosen the chains, or maybe pry them off.
KY!!
I squirt some 'personal lubricant' on to my ankles, and after a lot of squirming, I manage to pull myself free from the chains without making a sound. I continue to get dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, and am now looking for a way out. The window was the logical option...
I open the window. d**n she's on the second floor...
I take a deep breath, and crawl outside, scaling down the side of the building. I lose my grip after I get a few feet down, and fall hard onto the grass below.
"Mother f**ker..." I say, rolling around. I stand up, brush myself off, and run to the nearest teleportation booth.
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