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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 16, 2004 22:38:20 GMT -5
"Then why join Red Infinity? You could have done so much more good as an indipendant. Working for Red Infinity, you are merely a puppet used to help lull their key prisoners into a false sense of security. You're their lock and key to the minds of the people whom they opress... I know what you think of me, I know what everyone thinks of Freak Boy. They think him to be insane, deranged... even homocidal. Well, no. As you can see I am not exactly the mindless, psychotic murderer the media has made me..." Freak Boy said, casting Draconius an accusing stare as if saying, 'Your move.'
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Post by Draconius Freud on Dec 16, 2004 22:41:49 GMT -5
"I am not one for politics. You say one thing and Red Infinity says another thing. I do not care what you both say, I am here to heal the minds of all people and work for the betterment of all humanity."
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 16, 2004 22:45:10 GMT -5
"Apathy is even worse than siding with someone." Freak Boy said, putting his feet up. This was much better than working with Dr. Murdock. True, Freak Boy was in a very relaxed state, it still didn't stop the fact that he is incredibly paranoid.
"Betterment of all mankind, eh? So, by helping Red Infinity crush all opposition, you're bettering all mankind? Seems like very fuzzy logic to me, but oh well. So, oh student of the great Freud... let's see if you can analyze me. Go ahead... ask away. You've been given an opportunity no one else has been, a straightforward meeting with the one and only Freak Boy..."
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Post by Draconius Freud on Dec 16, 2004 22:48:07 GMT -5
"Ah... your arrogance speaks much of you Freak Boy. I believe I have already identified your problem. I fear you are hopelessly trapped within the anal stage of development. Did your parents have trouble when they were potty-training you, perhaps? That would explain why you are so anal-retentive today.
((I have to go for a bit, I should be back shortly.))
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 16, 2004 22:52:45 GMT -5
Freak Boy laughed. It was clear that this Draconius was biting off more than he could chew.
"My arrogance is a result of being away from humanity for about 4 years. In all actuality, I learned to use the toilet at a very early age." Freak Boy said.
"Also, I believe your confusing the two terms. To be anal-retentive is to need everything to be perfect and constantly nitpick people. If I am anything, I am not anal-retentive. My room is a sty, I sleep only a few hours a month and am far from a perfectionist. Granted my Super Ego and Ego have possibly swelled to enourmous sizes, it is not being anal-retentive. Did you get all that? I'm assuming your taking notes." he said.
(ok. I need to go anyway. I have finals tomorrow and then I'm free for Christmas break!! YAY! VACATION!!)
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Post by Draconius Freud on Dec 16, 2004 23:20:55 GMT -5
"No dear boy, it is quite clear to me that that is what your problem is. Furthermore, you are in denial of the facts. It is troubling indeed, but it does grant me much insight as to why you are the way you are. We must address these issues, so that you can be rehabilitated and returned to normal society."
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Post by Linda ~ Death's Symphony on Dec 16, 2004 23:28:09 GMT -5
I nod turning to Hope. "Come on Hope, we'd better get back to the farm." I said smiling not helping but to frown a little due to our present situation.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 16, 2004 23:45:45 GMT -5
Peter pulls the sash serving as his belt tight around his waist. These training pants worked well for physical work outs, being very baggy and loose they allowed for full range of action. He gives the muscles shirt he's wearing a tug to make sure it's loose. Without footwear, Peter stands at the edge of the woods that surround the old farm, at the base of a large rock.
Ready to begin he turns to face the rock. At this point a normal martial practicer would pause to gather their Ki and focus the energy as was needed for the training. Peter, however, was not a living being and therefore had no Ki, so he simply began practicing.
Rather than simply doing the stances of his arts, Peter flows into the attack patterns, striking the huge rock. Of course, a rock, being a single mass made it harder to practice on. The attack forms were ment to attack humans or human shaped things. It still worked for building strength though.
The rock rumbles and splinters under Peter's strikes, small cracks developing with each attack, tiny pieces of the rock breaking away. In a short time, Peter has worn a large dent into the rock. With any luck, Hope would return soon. A partner was almost always the best way to train.
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Post by Surma on Dec 16, 2004 23:47:48 GMT -5
*Surma uses his ability to see everything that's happening on earth. He finds Satsujin and Louhi in japan. Not suprisingly that Louhi is back because Surma found out that Kachei revived Louhi while he was fighting Satsujin in the abyss. Surma senses something different about Louhi, something besides her increase in peremeters.*
["Maybe I should watch how this fight turns. but first I must find the kampa and maybe alert the Finnish worriors about Louhi after. But than Satsujin and I are quite the same. So I have the option on fighting her myself. And beating her like Satsujin. We are of same blood."]
*Surma remembers about his scar on his back. The scar of the Jumala family. It was the first time Surma revieled his true self. A leather jacket forms hanging on Surma's shoulder, he places it on. Surma continues to use his ability, to find the kampa. But than he stops and remember about Keitolienen. Why not ask Keitolienen who has the kampa, instead of looking for it Surma thought.*
["Keitolienen, you have the kampa? Apparantly Satsujin and I ended up in a stallemate. He recovered all his energy and power that he lost, and now he's fighting Louhi."] Surma says telepathicaly.
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Post by Iltanesh on Dec 16, 2004 23:57:31 GMT -5
"Not bad," I say to Peter as I lean against a nearby tree and watching him train.
"Although your spiritual energy does need some focus. I can't sense any of it emanating from you at all."
I frown.
"Actually, come to think of it, I can't sense any spiritual force from you. Most curious indeed."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 17, 2004 0:00:11 GMT -5
Peter straightens, turning his head to look at Iltanesh. "Iltanesh, formerly of the FRA under Vlad Tepes." Peter brushes his hands, rock dust falling from them like a small cloud as he does. "What do you want?"
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Post by Iltanesh on Dec 17, 2004 0:01:20 GMT -5
"Nothing, actually, I am just passing through. How do you know who I am?"
My eyes narrow slightly. I can't feel a thing from this man. Something is strange here.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 17, 2004 0:07:26 GMT -5
"I know all of the FRA's soldiers. Those of important anyhow. I hear that you headed up Bassarov's attempted expansion into Japan some time ago. Since then, you have evaded notice." Peter tilts his head slightly, looking down at Iltanesh slightly. He shakes his head ever so slightly as he looks at the man
s narrowed eyes. "Your sixth sense will avail you nothing, samurai. There is no harmonious spirit to detect."
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Post by Iltanesh on Dec 17, 2004 0:09:37 GMT -5
"A machine then? How interesting. Who are you?"
My hands are folded across my chest, well out of reach of my katana.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Dec 17, 2004 0:15:31 GMT -5
"The Owl. I have other names but that is the one which suits me now."
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