A Battle Between Death and Nothing

[Xiu Juan]

Xiu Juan sighs heavily as she walks down the street. Where in the world had Ronnie gone.. She hoped her friend was okay. She wasn't very sure where she was either, she had the worst sense of direction.

[Xzorin "The Wolf"]

"...Late? Very well, I am here. And, I am new to this business, so bear with me shall you? Now, what would you like me to do for my first mission? Kill someone...or, something, I presume?" He smiled, leaning up aganist his blade that was barely pokeing into the groud.

[Miho]

Miho runs down the halls of the Red Infinity HQ, and finally runs right into Tristen.

I'm so sorry I haven't been around! Please forgive me?

She says as she stands up, slightly pouting.

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

"Your mistaken, Xzorin," Noe turns and starts to walk down the street, continuing to talk but not looking back to see if Xzorin follows, "I found you because I know you wanted to meet with me. I don't simply hand out assignments, the LIF's members make their own assignments. If it's an idea you need on the other hand..."

[Xzorin "The Wolf"]

“An idea would be...much appreciated. What did you have in mind?” He, after having sheathed his sword, followed “Ghost”, but kept his head down.

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

"Well, if your bored, there is some information that would be useful." Noe holds out a note card to Xzorin. The only thing on the card is a name, writen in quill and ink with a loopy hand writing. Noe's own. The name is "Caelin". "I want you to find him and find out what you can about him."

[Tristen]

Tristen stared at Miho and smiled. "Thank goodness.. i was getting worried, Miho..." He said.

[Xzorin "The Wolf"]

"I...don't suppose you would know where to find him, then?" He examined the card and placed it inside his pocket. "Well, I will try and find him. Ghost, I shall see you again soon, I hope."

And with that, he was gone.

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

"Rash young man," Noe says to himself, "But not without potential." Noe keeps walking and just seems to fade out of existance.

[Miho]

Tristen, i'm really really sorry.. but there's no need to be worried about me! If I can live through broken bones from falling on my skateboard, I'm sure I can handle myself.

Miho says with a playful wink.

So, will you forgive me, please?

She pouts, giving the ol' puppy eyes.

[Zinn]

Zinn sits in a wicker chair on the porch of her dwelling... hell, it's a shack, but she doesn't like describing it that way, looking out at the ocean.

She has adjusted to the loss of her tongue. The first few weeks were rather hard without the alchohol, but she is glad that she has managed to stop. She knows what it was doing to her. She sends an e-mail to Wyrm.

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Dear Wyrm,
How are things at home? Things here are lovely. The weather gets a little nasty sometimes, but I have been writing some very nice stuff. I'll e-mail you my new essay tommorow, after I finish editing.
Sincerely,
Zinn

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

"Ms. Zinn," says a breezy voice to Zinn's right. Noe fades into existance sitting on the porch besides her, looking out at the ocean just as she is. The man takes off his glasses and begins to clean them with a small rag he did not have a moment ago. "I do wish you would considering moving back to the mainland. The world needs people like yourself."

[Zinn]

*That's funny, because I really, really hate LIF,* Zinn signs. Since her tongue has been cut out, she has also spent her time learning sign language.

*And don't give me that, 'well you're a pure human' BS. Your organization killed one of my friends.*

Zinn doesn't get up, she doesn't scowl, she doesn't reach for her gun, and she doesn't bug out. She just sits there calmly and stares at Noe.

She also mirrors Noe's actions. She takes a cloth from the picket of her jeans and wipes her glasses free of dust, before putting them back.

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

"Did we? Well, how unfortunate. But I did not mean the LIF. We have no need of someone such as yourself. I mean, the human race could use people like you. Clear thinking, intellegent. Why, it would be a waste of some wonderful genetic material for you to live out the rest of your days on this island.

Oh, and to bad about your tongue, by the way. How did that happen, again? And which friend of your's did we kill? I don't remember an anarcist in our fatality reports recently."

[Zinn]

*You killed a werewolf fellow by the name of Merton Spinks about three years ago. It was after RI busted our cell. Red Infinity probably would have gotten him anyway, but you still killed him. Oh yes, and as for the genetic material, I happen to be sterile. All of the kids that went to that god forsaken school in London are sterile. Its a nasty little secret the folks at RI don't like to share, and that I sure as hell prefer not to. I've been doing a lot of self discovery lately. Checking out other students of the school. Where they are now. That sort of thing. Do you know what we all had in common, aside from higher than average intellegence? Telepathic and telekinetic powers. I don't know whether you can tell or not, but I have two or three layers of mental blocks. They were installed by Red Infinity.*

Zinn pauses to move the glasses on her nose.

*I'm a writer. I write. I'm no good at fighting, or field work, and I don't have energy beams coming out of my eyeballs, or superfast reflexes. I can't lift a sword the size of a house, and I can't bowl people over with a glance, or whatever the hell the kids are up to nowadays. I'm 19 and I feel like an old woman.*

*Not that I'd want to participate in your freaky little purifying and selective breeding of the human race schtick either. It's undignified. I can understand the fundamental principle I suppose, but morally, I find it appalling.*