Propaganda By Deed

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter takes the crystal back and nods slowly. "Thank you. But I don't think I'll be selling this. This is far to personal to exchange for currency. Sadness in material form."

Peter stands, gathering the wrapped sandwiches in one hand and their trash in the other. "Well, we should get going. The train will be leaving soon and it's best if we're on it when it does." He throws away the trash and then comes back to Lena. "Let's go."

Twenty minutes later, the train moves slowly out of the station, picking up speed as it moves away from the station and into the dark, snowy night.

"Here we are," says Peter sliding open the door to a compartment. The room is small, a bunk bed of sorts on one side, really part of the wall, and a table on the other with two benches. The table and benches connect into the wall as well so that they won't fall over.

"We also have the compartment next to this one. This is going to be a long ride so we'll probably want to get some sleep. You can use one, I will use the other." He sets the remainign sandwiches down on the table and seats himself on one of the benches.

"So, how do you like the train so far? Oh, there's a window if you want to see out, though it's probably too dark to see anything."

[Hope98]

"I am acting strangely, I don't mean to. I didn't expect to see you so this is all very shocking. But I am sure that everyone will find me, so there is no need to worry."

I feel a little dizzy or light headed. I hope there is nothing wrong with me. Must be stress related.


"I really missed you, it was horrible. I became very depressed and wasn't thinking clearly at all. It was hard."

[Tsubaki]

Flames circled me but I merely laughed. "Your insignifficant spells can't compete with what I've got!" I yelled as as I chanted a spell. Suddenly the flames turned black. "Nightmare Hex!" I yelledm ustering all the fire into one blast toward the women.

[Celes]

"Oh! I think Eliza is done with whatever she had been doing and I hear BB. Come on, we can go talk tot hem right now about what things you could do to help out. " Celes says, walking from the kitchen and back down the hall. She enters the room where Eliza and BB were talking.

"Hi, I just got back from visiting my mother's place. I'd like to talk to you two about something very strange that happened, but first things first. This is Steve Fox, he said he's help out with the Last Wave. Oh, and I hope I'm not interrupting anything. If I am, sorry." She says with a smile.

(Post to Eliza and BB)

[Lena]

"It's not that bad.." Lena says, walking into the compartment and sitting on the other bench. She looks out the window, not caring if she could see anything or not. "Peter, two things have been bothering me greatly since I arrived here. By here I mean on the mainland. I feel like there's something that happened with the teleport spell, that it wasn't just a teleport spell. I'm not sure what else it could've done, but I feel like it's done something else.."

She sighs rubbing the back of her neck as she looks down. "Then, the second thing.. I feel like something terrible has happened back home. Through, that couldn't be. My village should've been protected by two powerful priestess. Old, yes, but powerful. Yet, no matter how much I reassure myself, I feel it was wrong of me to ever leave, and that if I haven't had left, whatever happened to my village wouldn't have happened."

She speaks more to herself then Peter, as if she said these things out loud, they would finally leave her mind. "I'll just try to stop worrying now.. maybe some sleep. Thank you for your kindness, I'll see you in a bit. I don't usually sleep for long." Lena stands up and leaves the compartment, walking to the one next to it that Peter had said he'd also gotten. She slides open the door and steps in, closing it behind her.

She walks over to the bed and lays on it, staring at the wall for a second before closing her eyes. Despite the camp conditions, and that the bed a a bit lumpy, she fells asleep almost instantly. Lena had been more tired then she thought she was.

[Elbereth BlackRose]

(I don't remember where I last was, so oh well. Lena, I sent you a PM since you got off the other board.)

Elbereth sits on a chair in her room, holding a piece of paper that looked more like parchment.

"Of course she could read this language.. but she didn't understand it. Heh, I've waited so long for her to come. Now, I can teach her.."

As Lena sleeps quietly on the bed. Her hair turns black, unknown to her that it had done so. Elbereth stands, walking from her room.

She goes to the Ministry of Terror where she worked, but hadn't done any missions for a while at. She knocks on Keitoleinen's door.

She would have to ask him of Lena's whereabouts. Looking for her would take much too long. Of course, she'd have to say sorry for her abesence.

[Grove]

Grove listened to Tovio then spotted Iivari walking up. He heard what Iivari had to say and deep inside could not help but feel like he helped accomplished something by talking to him about his god that one time. He turns back to Tovio.

"Very well then. All seems settled. I am sorry to keep you."

[Damien Fireheart]

Damien watched the green party members speak. He could tell they were about to break off and do their own thing by how they were speaking. He could hardly contain the fires that burned within him, fires swelling up for a chance to burn...

[Damon]

Damon walks through the front doors of the military complex. All around him are blank white walls. He continues through the mazelike hallways until he finds the room he was looking for. Once inside the room Damon breaths a sigh of relief as he see's the room he was created in.

Here is a sight that I never thought I would care to see again.


Damon lifts himself into the vat of protine/amino acid solution. The air around him hisses, as he starts to absorb the nutrients into his body. His eyes begin to glow a maroon color as you can see his body grow in strength.

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter listens quietly while Lena expresses her worries. He says nothing, simply nodding and listening. She doesn't need to be comforted, not now. Whatever the problem is, it is something she seems to feel so there's nothing he can do to help.

When she leaves Peter sits for a long time at the table before walking over and laying down on the bed. The clicks off the lights but does not sleep. He lays there, fully clothed on top of the bed, staring straight up.

He's afraid.

Afraid to close his eyes. Afraid to see the things in his own mind. But strangely, what he's most afraid of is the ending, of what he had always seen at the end of his dreams.

After the blood and the screams and the gore, of that silvery blonde hair, of the pale face, the folded hands, the halo of light. That is why he wakes screaming. That is why he feared the night, feared the dark.

Somethign tickles his cheek and Peter realizes he's crying. Sooner or later sleep will win, and the darkness will close around him. Still, Peter would fight it as long as he could.

[Eliza Cady]

Eliza was going to answer BB when Celes came in with.... oo... he looks nice. She gives herself a mental shake and smiles.
Hello Steve Fox... um... I'm Eliza and this is BB. Its nice that you decided to join us... Yeah... uh... did you want something Celes?
Eliza turns her attention back to BB and whispers:
We can finish this later...

[septimus]

(sorry i have been away)

septimus gets bored and walks around for awhile, his cloak over his head, making him invisible. a lit cigarette dangles from the end of his mouth, he's unsure if the cigarette is cloaked as well but doesn't much care.

septimus hangs behind a crowd of people and listens to their conversation. what a meaningless existence these people lead. he is reminded of himself.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I slowly open my eyes and see Vossya laying beside me.

"Aw... I love you too buckaroo." I say, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Is everything okay?"

[Steve Fox]

"Well, it's as good a thing to do as any, right?" Steve stands and offers Eliza his hand. "You the lass runnin' this show?"

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I am okay. I am glad to see you are awake. I am just frustrated about the democratic socialist movement." Bassarov snuggles under the blanket since the apartment is a little cold.