The Folly of Despair

[Valodya Bassarov]

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[Cephrien]

Ceph smiled and ruffled his white hair. "Do you really think so?" He asked. "I guess you are right.." He said.
Ceph then blinked a few times and looked over Lady Violet's shoulder. "Hey.. is someone in there?"

[Surma]

*Surma forms from light and darkness outside in the streets. He is reliefed that the kampa was in good condition, but he can't take out the thought if Kaschei is the right man to possess the kampa.

["Kaschei seems to be trying to figure out the kampa's powers so that it can be used against Satsujin. but I wonder.."] Surma says in his mind as he walks down the lit up streets, hearing carols and people saying merry Christmas.

[Huey P. Newton]

"That's good to hear. Now, might I add a bit of advice. Freak Boy seems to be a relatively popular figure. A lot of rebels like his radio show from what I hear. I recomend we execute him publicly as a sign to all who oppose Red Infinity. While he will be killed humanely... or as humanely as possible, technically a humane killing is an oxymoron... anyway, that's beside the point.

"My point is, if we execute him on national TV, people will know that if they f**k with us then they're goin' down. Also, if we charge admission, we could be able to help our fundings." Newton said, hiding his ulterior motives perfectly.

(Just a side note: This is not a clone of Newton. He is the Huey P. Newton from the 60s. He was pulled from the past .02 seconds before his death and replaced with a syntheclone.

Same with Joseph Stalin. For the last few years of Stalin's life, people said he wasn't really himself. So we had RI take Stalin from the past, replace him with a synthe clone. This explains WHY he wasn't himself... that was a long side note.)

[Steve Fox]

So, this was the place. Steve pulls his sunglasses off and looks over the front wall and the doors of the building that seemed to be the place where the Last Wave people were.

Steve sighs to himself for the thousandth time. Why was he here? All this would mean was he'd have to do work again. Well, he had promised he'd come by. Steve was alot of things but he prided himself on keeping all the promises that he could.

His unbuttoned hawaiian shirt rustles in the breeze as he walks up the steps to the door, showing off his bare, newly tanned chest. His hair is slicked back and his normally taped hands are without covering. A final sigh, and Steve knocks loudly on the front door.

((Post to any feminist in the base who wants to answer the door.))

[Celes]

Celes has arrived at the Virgin Islands a few hours ago after taking a train. Since the Last Wave was a bit low on supplies, she had went to the store to get some food and other things. She knew what Eliza and some other members that were more then a month old liked, but she didn't know about any other members so she got a few different things.

She walks from the store with six or so bags in her arms. For some reason, she'd felt a little sick lately and hadn't liked walking in the sun all that much. As Celes finally walks up to the base, she sees Steve and blinks before smiling. "Oh, hey! If ya give meh a hand with these bags, I'll be able to open the door. Unless it's not locked that is."

[Steve Fox]

Steve turns and raises his eyebrows. "So there ya are. Yah, sure, just a sec." Steve slips his sun glasses back on and takes some of the bags from Celes. "So where'd y'e get to? We got seperated awhile back. I managed t'e hop a plane sometime back but I couldn't find y'e."

[Celes]

"I took the train. Sorry about just leaving like that, but I wanted to get back." Celes says, pulling out a keyring with a few keys on it. After unlocking the door, she opens it and walks inside. "Welcome to the Last Wave base. The kitchen's over here, follow me.."

She says as she walks down a hall and into a kitchen. She places the bags on the table before looking at Steve. "So, what are you doing? I didn't think you'd decide to come here after I left like that."

[Winter]

Winter teleports to Helsinki, deciding to try to find Samuel and tell him how sorry she was for leaving like that and not calling him or anything. She wanders the streets, pondering where he could be.

*Samuel? It's Winter, and I want to say I'm really really sorry. Where are you?* She contacts him telepathically.

(Post to Samuel)

[Steve Fox]

"Ah, but a promise is a promise lass. An' I like to keep the ones at I can. Besides," he sets down the bags and pushes up the sleeve of his right arm, showing off the tanned skin, "This is as good a place as any to pass the time. Got some good beaches, some good sun, and nice scenery."

[Celes]

Celes laughs a bit. "Yes, I suppose it is. I don't take much time to enjoy the scenery or visit the beaches myself. I'm usually working at one thing or another. I try to keep the money coming in for food and such." She says as she puts up the different foods where they were supposed to go in the kitchen. She was a pretty organized person, most of the time.

[Steve Fox]

"Well, that is where we differ." Steve stands back and lets Celes do her thing. He's got not idea where things go, he'd just make things worse. "So what do you do here anyhow? I know I said I'd help out, but I realized a few days ago, I don't know what I agreed to help with."

[Celes]

"Well, we've been a secret organize for quite some time, but now we're not. We aren't a very big group right now, because of that reason. We starve to try and improve women rights. Right now, I think we're trying to gather members."

Celes says as she puts the last of the food away and turns toward Steve. "Ya know, I just realized this, but you look familiar. I think I've seen you somewhere else before. TV or something like that.." She states thoughtfully.

[Steve Fox]

Steve smiles and laughs, "Ha ha, maybe, maybe. Most people don't remember these days until they talk to me a little."

Steve leans back against the counter and spreads his hands, as though rolling out a banner in the air. "'World Medium Weight Champion stripped of titles! Drug abuse discovere by government committe!' Oh, that takes me back." Steve rubs his right fist with his left hand and shakes his head, still smiling. "That would have been... three years ago now, at least. I was the Medium Weight Boxing Champion of the World. Made the mistake of making my opinions on the way of the world public. Thought that I was too public for them to get rid of. Well, I was half right. Didn't kill me. Just destoried me image."

[Samuel]

Whatever happened to cell phones and the like? Much better than voices in your head. Well, not ahving any means of telepathic communications, and because she couldn't read his mind to find out where he was, he'd just have to go to the one logical place where she'd go since he couldn't talk, or was it "think?", back to her.
"Put it on my tab, Kelly." Samuel said to the barman, finishing his drink and picking up his guitar in it's case.
"Y'know, one of these days, yehr gonna 'avta pay fer all tha' crap yeh like teh drink." Kelly yelled at him from behind the bar.
Samuel laughed and left, a blast of cold air rushing at him. He had never really liked December, he'd never really liked cold or snow either. Snow looked nice, but it was cold and wet, and it hate like Hell when you got hit with it. He pulled his coat closer to him and walked to the nearest bus stop, reading the schedule. There was one in about five minutes that would take him half a mile form the rebel base. It was the fastest way to go today, what with all the slippery sidewalks. He hoped that Winter would make the logical choice and go to the base. If not, he'd just have to wait there for her. She'd check there eventually anyway. He sat down and waited for the bus. When it arrived, he got on.