Revolutionary Suicide

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov sits on top of his bed. Since he is just going to take a short nap, he doesn't bother going under the covers or undressing. He does take off his shoes and jacket.
"I am over 70 years old. I need naps..." He says as he lays down.

["Zero" Americanski]

"Well you don't look or act like it." Of course I know how old Bassarov is, but I still find it odd whenever I hear him say it. I lay down beside him and lightly kiss him. "Well pleasant dreams lubimi."

[Valodya Bassarov]

"Yes, sleep well." Bassarov sets an alarm for 2 hrs and kisses Zero. He then proceeds to take his nap.

["Zero" Americanski]

"You too." I whisper and move a bit closer to him. I try not to sleep, but just being this close to my love sleeping causes me to doze off in less then ten minutes...

(Well I'm gonna go, cya tonite)

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter sets aside the book on communisim he's been reading for the last two hours. It all seemed like good stuff, in it's own way, but he just couldn't believe that it would ever work.

Socialism was easier to understand, but that was hard too. According to the books there had been countries in the past who managed socialism but they had been small, relativially speaking.

It was starting to hurt his head, trying to understand the view points of others. He should give it up, stop trying to understand what Bassarov and the other rebels were fighting for.

Rubbing his temples, Peter closes his eyes. He feels very tired. He leans back in the arm chair and almost instantly begins to feel lighter. A few moments, and he's drifted off to sleep.

[Devin]

Devin looked at her with curiosity before slowly taking the bag containing the food.

"...Thank you. That was quite unexpected. Um..."

He looks at his clothes, then back into his room as if trying to decide what to do.

"Um... Well, do you want to come in then?"

[Eliza Cady]

Thats what they call me. My full name is Eliza Cady Stanto. Follow me into my office so we can talk.

Eliza turns on her heel and heads into the house.

[Natis]

A few hours later, Nitas slowly opened his eyes and sat up. "ughh.." He groaned and forced himself onto his feet.

[Damascus]

-Ah, dear cousin Artemis, how are you, and, more importantly, why do you see the need to interupt my thoughts this night? There is much that needs doing in the world and you would waste my time thinking these things over with a pitiful display of your uselessness? Heh, I'd be angry if it wasn't such a cute thought. He said back to Artemis.
These idiot kept calling him cousin, and she was no where near his age at all. His father had dead after he'd been born, and his two brothers with him. Cousin's going by bloodlines, both the Red and the Silver had been born the same time. But he was probably more like a removed great grand uncle or something like that. But, with his kind, you never knew for sure.

[Kaschei]

Kaschei enters the room where Tsubaki is confronting the two LeShay. He holds the kampa in his hand.
"If you wish to work with me, then bring me Andrew Kasher. He is the only one who can figure out how to use this thing."

["Zero" Americanski]

I come back to consiousness, but decide that it'd be polite to wait for Bassarov this time. Lately it seems that I have been awakening before him, but then again his life has become increasingly frustrating lately...

(Well I guess I'm taking the night off since no one is on, cya tommorow)

[Korbinian Kautsky]

(Post to Andrew Kasher, Xavier Jaures, and Elijah Debs/ anyone else interested in the 2nd international)

A letter appears in the apartment of certain socialists of the 4th International. The handwriting is small and very tidy. The letter is folded three times, in perfectly even folds and stuffed into a small white envelope.

Dear Socialists of the Trotksyist movement,
I would firstly like to congratulate your movement on surviving Red Infinity. Many other socialist groups have become extinct in this day and age. Which is why we do not see the moderate socialist movements that once existed in this world. I would like to change that, since I feel that Red Infinity has done much to discredit revolution and the complete abolition of market forces.

I plea to socialists the world over to take a more moderate course. The revolution 50 years ago lead to senseless bloodshed and a half century of oppression and the hands of a corrupt regime. Yet, no lessons were learned and the Trotskyist movement calls for yet another revolution. I think this is foolishness. There is no deliverance in extreme poltical positions and unyeilding stances. I believe instead that we must cooperate with the capitalist and perhaps even sympathizers within Red Infinity to restore freedom to the world in an orderly fashion.

Any one who is interested in the democratic socialist movement should unite and organize. The sensible voice of socialism must be restored.

[Surma]

*Surma becomes darkness and light, his prescence not felt. He watches as Kaschei speaks of the kampa and about a man named Andrew Kasher who is said to be able to figure out how to use the kampa.*

[Elijah Debs]

Elijah notices a strange letter on his desk. He opens it up to find that it is a call to revive the democratic socialist movement. This excites him since his father was a democratic socialist. However, he also feels unsure about things, since he has been involved with the revolutionary socialists. He decides he will not make any quick decisions but will try to learn more about the democrative socialist movement.

[Tsubaki]

I laugh. "A pathetic group like the LShay thinks thier better then me?" I ask laughing. "Why would a stupid insigniffcant bunch lhide an important artifact like that in thier sock drawer? Litsen you f**king bastard, if the kampa was that easy to steal then we could all be in hell by now!" I snapped at him with anger.