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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 9, 2004 21:34:00 GMT -5
I kneel down beside him and wrap my arm around him. "I'm sorry for his actions, I think that he thinks that you are competition. I guess I do love both of you, and I don't know what to do." My mouth goes dry as I dig the photo of Mitya out of my pocket and hand it to him. "I want you to keep that..."
(ooc g2g, cya tommorow. Mischa can move my character back to his apartment)
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on Dec 9, 2004 21:34:08 GMT -5
"Oh, not much. We just want your genetic coding and a sample of your brain material for proper study. It said that you had something we were missing, said it could make them whole, making them work right again."
Virgil licks his lips, licking the blood off of the with his now healed tongue. "Of course, it would love to get inside Bassy here too, if it had the chance. Really wants to know what makes The Rebel tick and tock."
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 9, 2004 21:36:45 GMT -5
"I think I'll pass... I need my brain. You can have it when my corpse lies six feet under... until then, I'm with Bassarov. I'm not going down without a fight." Freak Boy said, placing his laptop down and drawing a grenade.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 9, 2004 21:38:07 GMT -5
Bassarov steps back to the farthest wall from Virgil. The man makes him feel uncomforable. He puts his hand on Freakboy's shoulder and steps back with him.
"We are going to get out of here."
Bassarov opens a blackhole in the center of the room, between the two of them and Virgil. It begins to suck up everything in the room.
"Stay close to me...I will teleport us to Mischa's.."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 9, 2004 21:38:26 GMT -5
I take his picture, and look at it for awhile. I smile a stupid smile and feel some tears welling up. I close my eyes and rub them tensely, immediately looking away.
"Th-thank you.... Here, I'll take you back..." I say, sliding the picture into my pocket. I lift her up, and walk silently back to my apartment with Erika in my arms.
((Goodnight.))
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 9, 2004 21:40:20 GMT -5
Freak Boy's eyes widened. His laptop went flying towards the black hole. He extended his arm, almost stepping away from Bassarov to grab it. He grabs it and yanks it back to him, looking as if he just reclaimed the holy grail or something. He clung to Bassarov's arm as the wind messed up his hair even moreso than it was already.
"Ok, whatever you say..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 9, 2004 21:42:57 GMT -5
(I have to go soon Virgil so sorry to end things like this)
Bassarov teleports Freakboy back to Mischa's apartment.
"Now both LIF and Red Infinity want you. You are in serious trouble. Mischa can protect you tonight. I won't be here...tonight. I have to go... but you should be okay..."
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 9, 2004 21:45:02 GMT -5
"Well, when you're popular..." he said, trying his best to swallow the lump in his throat and lighten the mood. He looked at Mischa and Erika. He bit his tongue, not wanting to say anything about her...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 9, 2004 21:46:47 GMT -5
"Just be safe. Don't go out alone any more. You can stay here with us until this blows over, there is enough space at this apartment." Bassarov glares at Erika, in Mischa's arms. He looks away angrily.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on Dec 9, 2004 21:47:10 GMT -5
Virgil's eyes widen slightly as the hole in space rips open right infront of him. "d**n, that's a little extreme, Bassie."
Leathery wings errupt out of Virgil's back and he flaps backwards, fighting the sucking force of the hole. Getting sucked into that would be most unpleasent. "Run as long as you like. We don't sleep."
The flesh from Virgil's tongue on Freak Boy's arm melts into green ooze and drops to the floor, then disappears. Fighting the pull, Virgil looks over the hole and meets Bassarov's eyes, "You'll have to settle matters with me sometime, Bassie. Not today apparently, but someday. Until then, kindly don't get between us and our prey."
Virgil's wings slip and he is pulled towards the hole. Cursing loudly he plants his feet and slows his progess. "We'll see you again soon!" With that, Virgil teleports away, vanishing.
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 9, 2004 21:49:10 GMT -5
"Ok, no more alone time, no more hacking into Red Infinity official's computers and stick with Mischa. Got it. Can do..." Freak Boy said. "And, thanks again for the hospitality... I really appreciate it."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 9, 2004 21:50:56 GMT -5
I walk by Bassarov without making any eye contact, and into my room, setting her down on the bed.
"Here, rest for awhile. I'll be in the living room if you need me." I quietly close the door behind me, and walk into the kitchen, not paying any attention to Vossya.
"Well Freakboy, since Valodya wont' be around, you can have his room tonight." I say, making myself some tea. "And not a problem. Would you care for some tea?" I say, looking at Freakboy.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 9, 2004 21:51:25 GMT -5
"Not a problem. I just hope you are safe. You have been here only a few days and already have had the worst of the worse after you." Bassarov says to Freakboy as he heads for the door.
He feels deeply hurt but can not find the logic in it. Mischa hasn't REALLY done anything wrong.
"I better go then. Good night."
Bassarov leaves quietly. He is not sure who he will visit. He has a few people in mind. He really doesn't want to visit anyone at all. He justs wants Mischa.
He hangs his head as he walks through Helsinki alone.
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 9, 2004 21:53:14 GMT -5
"I'm used to it by now." he says to Bassarov as he turns and walks towards Mischa.
"Oh no, that's fine. I don't really sleep all that often anyway. I'll just take the couch. I've already imposed enough." however, the offer of a free meal seemed to give him a bit less of a resistance to this... hospitality. "Hmm... Tea? Do you have anything a bit stronger?" he asked.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 9, 2004 22:00:36 GMT -5
"Alright..." I say, pouring a glass. "What's mine is yours. You remind me of someone I know. An anarchist." I say, my mind distraught about Bassarov.
"Alright... Make yourself at home, Freakboy. I'm going to go for a walk. What's mine is yours." I say, smiling.
I head out the door and run down the hallway to where I think Vossya may be. I find him standing outside. I walk up behind him.
"Hey." I say, standing beside him. "Please, don't be upset... I understand why you are, just..." I look away.
"You know I love you..."
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