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Post by Despair on Dec 14, 2004 21:35:31 GMT -5
"You can rest here. I will talk to you later. This is all too strange for me."
Despair walks out the door. He needs to find someone to talk to. He walks down the street alone trying to make sense of his thoughts.
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Post by Damascus on Dec 14, 2004 21:47:06 GMT -5
Damascus wondered, for the first time in over a century, if any else in the world could relate in some way to the crap that he was going through. Being in lovefor the first time in over two billion years, and with two women at that... He abouted that anyone would ever relate to the kind of stuff that happened to him. He doubted that he'd come to any, sudden, epiphany, just lying there on the sofa in Violet's guest house. So, Damascus rose from the couch, grabbed his long black coat, which came down to his heels, and put it on. It was December after all, and there was a chill in the air, that, under normal circumstance, wouldn't have even touched him. But he'd been feeling cold in his bones long before now. He went outside and started walking.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 14, 2004 21:47:55 GMT -5
Bassarov leaves the apartment and decides that he is going to see if anything is happening at the base. He hardly spends any time there at all these days. As he walks to the base he thinks about those feminists and how BB left so suddenly when he appeared.
"I am not that bad of a guy. Why am I even thinking like this? Do feminists hate me? Am I some backwards guy who represses women?"
Bassarov worries about these things as he enters the base. He always wanted Zero to be more empowered. That is why he made her the rebel leader. That is also one of the reasons that they broke up. He couldn't stand to have somone so emotionally dependant on him.
He sits in the lobby and thinks about how he treats women and if there is something he is doing wrong.
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Post by Josef Stalin on Dec 14, 2004 21:54:03 GMT -5
As Stalin arrives in Helsinki, a huge crowd forms, chanting his name. They saw him as a hero, and those who didn't were there at gun point, or were being payed to be there. Stalin waved and smiled at the crowd that seemed to love him so. A crowd who's cries reached even to the Rebel base...
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Post by Raz Nili Ze'ev on Dec 14, 2004 22:02:15 GMT -5
Raz stares at the frenchman's hand for a second, before shaking it stiffly. She doesn't like being ignored, but she is willing to forgive. Not everyone can be as efficient as the Israelis.
"Hello. I am verry sorry that I do not speak French, but I will learn. I do speak Arabic, Hebrew, and English. I understand that France has a large Muslim population. I do not know whether you speak Arabic, but if any of the aformentioned languages make you feel more comfortable, inform me, and I will try to conform to your preference."
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Post by Elisabeth "BB" Wolfe on Dec 14, 2004 22:10:25 GMT -5
BB finishes recharging her batteries. The fuel cells of her body need to be recharged every 72 hours. She unplugs the wires coming out of her fingers, and they retract, the skin closing behind them.
She considers upgrading to more efficient fuel cells. Of course, she probably will never get around to it. She is awful at remembering when to do things like that. Everything else just seems so much more interesting and important.
BB begins to walk towards Mischa's apartment. She loves mapquest.
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Post by Mary Warren on Dec 14, 2004 22:12:38 GMT -5
Mary arrives at Noe's office and knocks. She doesn't know whether he is there or not, but even if he isn't, he will probably know she is there.
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Post by Fate on Dec 14, 2004 22:20:56 GMT -5
After a period of time, Fate becomes bored with watching the hurried people and so he continues to walk along the streets.
After getting somewhat lost in the crowd he gets restless and decides to talk with Destiny. He flashes to her side and then looks at her face some time before speaking.
"So where do you think we should go?" He asks in a seemingly caring voice.
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Post by Damascus on Dec 14, 2004 22:39:30 GMT -5
It was a cold night. Damascus could feel the chill on his skin tonight, just like every other human nearby. He wasn't human though, and the cold hadn't ever touched him before. Why, after so many years, had the cold returned to his skin and deep within his bones? Probably because of his current situation with Violet and Rayven.Situation sounded so serious, but he couldn't think of a better word for it. He was currently on a randomly picked bus. Even on the inside of an air conditioned bus, he could feel the cold inside of himself, like a layer of frost on his bones, as if someone had melted some ice in his blood and chunks of it floated in his veins. He longed for Rayven, for her touch, for her personality. Looks changed, esspecially dragons, but a personality and mannerisms are harder to get over. And Rayven made him happy, just by being near him, just by saying she loved him. Violet never said that she loved him, but he could tell that he was at least important to her... He hoped anyway. Hope srung eternal, not like everything else in life unfortuantely. Love sure as hell did spring eternal.
Interesting things to think about on a randomly selected bus in the middle of the night, but Damascus seemed to be thinking alot lately. He didn't usually think to much, well... he hadn't usually thought to much, but in the past months, he had been thinking very deeply into everything.
Where had Rayven gone to? Silver might know, if only he could find her to.
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Post by Despair on Dec 14, 2004 23:06:59 GMT -5
Despair walks down the street and notices another Red Infinity operative. He slows down and decides to talk to him.
"Nice night for a walk..." He says as he looks up at the sky.
(to either Damascus or Fate)
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 14, 2004 23:52:34 GMT -5
"We might be able to... but we have to act fast. Very fast. If we get back to the mortal realm I can prepare a summoning circle and call the LeShay to us.
He won't be happy but we'll be able to talk to him. Other than that... we have to pray that the gods are already trying to combat Satsujin.
He hasn't been seen recently so he may have retreated to the higher realms to combat the gods themselves before returning to our own realm for the great conquest.
Perhaps they can defeat him... and perhaps not. Either way, we have to prepare ourselves. If all else fails," Peter straightens, clinching his hand into a fist, a strange smile on his face, "You and I are the first line of defense of the human race. We have to fight this thing, even if it's hopeless!"
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Post by Noe "Ghost" Carlson on Dec 14, 2004 23:54:11 GMT -5
Noe sets down his coco and glances at the door. "Come in, it's open."
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 15, 2004 0:29:43 GMT -5
"Fine, let's go back, open a summoning cicle, and be done with this. Too much time has been wasted. I am really not looking forward to fighting a god, but I guess if we have to...we have to..."
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Post by Spirit of Autumn on Dec 15, 2004 0:36:39 GMT -5
"I suppose we should head back. It was a nice walk, we should do it again sometime, Damien."
I get up and start walking back to the Ministry of the Environment.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 15, 2004 1:11:49 GMT -5
"Well, it's not exactly a goal of mine either but we might have no choice. Where's Linda? We need her to drive the cow." Peter gathers up the books and returns them to their shelves. As he shelves the last book his neck twinges a little. He puts his hand on his neck and rubs it lightly. He really didn't like being so soft. And Hope pushing him around hadn't... Peter pauses and looks back at Hope as she prepares to go. They'd have to have a private discussion of the strange events that had happened here today. It had been both strange and enjoyable and he really needed to get a few things clear.
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Fate is upon you...In life nothing is permanent...not even life itself.
