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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Dec 13, 2004 23:39:18 GMT -5
((Crap I was just informed that you posted to me, Raz. Sorry!))
I smile and extend my hand to Raz.
"It iz a pleasure to meet you, madmoiselle."
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Post by Relentless on Dec 13, 2004 23:40:45 GMT -5
I vanish in a puff of smoke and reappear in Paris. Cloaking myself with invisibility, I walk the streets, my senses attuned to the hint of lust that will alert me to the presence of those I am to attack.
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Post by Spirit of Autumn on Dec 13, 2004 23:44:43 GMT -5
"It is all complicated, but I think you understand. I am glad you are my friend. You can help me. That love is a burdon. A black blotch on my heart. You can help me to kill him and end this once and for all."
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 13, 2004 23:47:41 GMT -5
Once Linda leaves I turn to Peter.
"I hope I did not make you feel uncomfortable. It made me feel better. It helps me to forget things."
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Post by Damien Fireheart on Dec 13, 2004 23:48:05 GMT -5
Damien smiles, the light from the fire reflecing off his eyes.
"I would be more than willing to help. And I thank you for being my friend as well. I have never had one before. It is pretty fun."
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Post by Spirit of Autumn on Dec 13, 2004 23:51:31 GMT -5
"Yes, we go well together. The season of decay and death, the season of life ending...and you, the fire that takes and remakes." I sit on the forest floor, closer to the fire. Dangerously close. I feel an impulse to jump inside and burn myself alive.
"If I were to kill myself, I would want to burn myself alive. I would like to reduce my existance to ash."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 13, 2004 23:53:08 GMT -5
"I felt far too comfortable actually..." Peter rubs his neck. He felt kind of sore actually. Hope was very strong and this human skin was not used to such forceful contact. "You rather suprised me. And..." Peter stops and looks the other way. He had been about to say that had been the first time he'd done anything like that but that hardly seemed to be nessisary information.
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 13, 2004 23:56:31 GMT -5
"Good, I don't want to frighten you. I mean you no harm."
I sit down on the bed. I try to remember where my external switch is. I feel up my back, since I thought it was at the base of my spine.
"If you are tired, you may rest with me for a while. It is nice to have someone near at times. If nothing more than for the sake of not being alone."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 14, 2004 0:03:42 GMT -5
Peter, now standing at the foot of the bed, examining the corner poster's wood work closely, nods without looking at Hope. "I understand. When I was doing a research expedition in the mountains we all had to huddle together to keep warm. That was uncomfortable. In other culture's it's perfect common of people to sleep close to each other and..." He glances at Hope and raises and eyebrow, "Do you need a hand?"
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 14, 2004 0:08:13 GMT -5
"No, I am fine, I actually found what I was looking for."
I push Peter down against the bed and lay beside him. I put and arm around him and the other goes for my back.
"Good night Peter."
I press the button in a sequence of three short jabs and once I hear a series of clicks in my head I hold the button down for 5 seconds. Every second I hold down the button, is an hour that I will be deactivated. This means I will be out for 5 hours.
"I hope you don't think it stran..."
My eyes close and my head lands on the pillow.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 14, 2004 0:12:26 GMT -5
"Woah!" Peter starts to get up as soon as he hits the bed but when Hope puts her arm around him he's pinned. Peter was never very strong and Hope was superhuman. "Hope, don't you think this is a little..." she shut down, "..." Peter licks his lips and tries to sit up. He gets an inch off the bed before the weight of Hope's arm puts him back down. He's as trapped as if a bear trap had closed on him. "Well..." his eyes slowly close, "I suppose a nap would be nice... first one in... seven..." Peter drifts off to sleep for the first time since his augmentations were installed.
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Post by Damien Fireheart on Dec 14, 2004 2:12:40 GMT -5
Damien glanced at Autumn, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to the fire.
"From the ashes life is born anew."
Another image flashed through his mind, this time a gruesome one. A man burning alive trapped in a room, the fire consuming his flesh even as he screamed.
He snapped out of it.
"Uh. Yeah. I can't die by fire. Water would kill me. I would drown... An idea I am not fond of..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 14, 2004 2:58:00 GMT -5
Bassarov returns to the apartment and sees Mischa sitting alone in the kitchen. He takes a seat by his friend.
"How was your day today? I haven't seen you around here much."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 14, 2004 3:06:19 GMT -5
((Working at the post office during the holiday season+moving out of house in one month=no free time. Sorry I've been vacant.))
"Ahh hello Vossya..." I say, closing my book. "Yeah I'm sorry. I've been catching up on my reading. Hearing that Trotsky's around has made me feel a little... Inadequate." I say, scratching my head. "See? It even took me a few seconds to come up with the word." I hope he doesn't bring up Erika...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 14, 2004 3:08:56 GMT -5
"I should do the same. Unfortunately, I have been too busy with other things...like...entertaining Erika. Zero is back in town as well. She went to visit the Serbian rebels for a short time."
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