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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 19:25:55 GMT -5
"Dean and Nader may be insignificant figures of a fallen empire, but they were, other than Huey P. Newton, the farthest to the left of the Americans and I wanted to try my best to include figures from every continent." he said, sipping his drink and scribbling some notes on paper.
"What do you mean my reasoning is tainted?" he asked, looking up after writing for a few seconds.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 7, 2005 19:37:40 GMT -5
Zinn nearly spits her eggs out.
"Are you joking!?! Dean was a centrist, and while Nader was liberal, he wasn't so liberal. Red Infinity is more liberal than both of them put together, granted, Red Infinity is liberal authoritarian. There are so many more important people you could have included. America was very signifigant back then. Huey P. Newton was a drug addict with an ultimatum for a separate black state funded by America. It has to be one of the worst plans I have ever heard. You are a demagogue, Mr. Freak Boy."
Zinn pauses. "I didn't mention this before, but I'm a writer too. My pen name is 'Locke'."
She tilts her head.
"Why exactly do you use your pen name in company?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 19:39:11 GMT -5
Bassarov has heard of Nader but never of Dean. He nenver knew how interested Freak Boy was in ancient American politics. "I must say I am impressed. You know much more about American History than I do."
Bassarov was also interested that Zinn knew so much about the revolution and early years of Red Infinity.
"As I was saying, Zero can rescue Antero and Sasha. She is good at doing that sort of thing. Maybe Sephos can help her."
(I will have to change some things about the history of the revolution since I wrote that about a year ago before Mischa joined the rpg and without much thought)
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 7, 2005 19:43:53 GMT -5
"Calling me a demagogue is hardly thanks for a nice breakfast." Freak Boy said cynically.
"Wait a minute... You're Locke? THE Locke? As in, The Locke Manifesto Locke?" he asked, showing that he was a big fan.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 19:47:13 GMT -5
(be back later, post around me)
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Post by Lazy Lana on Jan 7, 2005 19:50:59 GMT -5
Lana looked at Lena and Peter. "I know Helenski. I'll be fine there. I promise." Lana smiles and looks around. "Well when do we reach Helinski?" Lana asked.
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Post by Lena on Jan 7, 2005 20:00:49 GMT -5
Lena sighs, looking at Lana with sad eyes. "Lana, I suppose I'll tell you what I had to tell you now.. Our village is gone. Everyone from it is dead except for Elbereth and us." She says, looking to the side, knowing that if Lana cried, she might also.
She knows Lana will be hurt greatly from the news of their village having been killed. "Lana, I know it's hurt, and I know how you must be reacting to this.." Lena looks back toward her sister, putting one arm around Lana's shoulders, attempting to give her sister some comfort.
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Post by Lana on Jan 7, 2005 20:20:25 GMT -5
Lana looked at Lena like all the happiness in the world had been destroyed. "You're lying." Lana got up. "Lena you're lying!" Lana walked out of there baggage car and walked away. (or whatever it is called)
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Post by Zinn on Jan 7, 2005 20:22:54 GMT -5
"You've heard of me?" Zinn asks, sounding pleased. She likes it when people read her work, even if they don't like it.
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 7, 2005 20:34:54 GMT -5
“I’ve heard of you.” The mechanical voice sounds from the doorway, and the sentence is punctuated by an erratic static that echoes through the room eerily.
The tall Android darkens the door step, light shining from behind it, casting an odd skeleton-like shadow over you. Archetype 401’s sensors send out a single red laser from each eye, scanning all within the room. Zenn’s figure is briefly outlined with infrared light before the buzzing of the scanners fades away into nothingness.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 7, 2005 20:43:08 GMT -5
Bassarov has no idea who or what this thing is that just entered the room. He looks at Zinn and Freakboy with a puzzled look. "Are you interested in joining the rebel movement?" Bassarov asks politely. 90% of those who go to his home go there to join the rebels.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 7, 2005 20:43:51 GMT -5
Peter takes a sip of water. "That didn't go over well at all." He stands and moves to be besides Lena, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "She'll be okay Lena. Just... give her a little time to let it soak in. But we will have to find her soon, we'll be pulling into the station in a half an hour."
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Post by Lana on Jan 7, 2005 20:58:46 GMT -5
Lana looks out the window and the train slows down. She walks to the back of the train and sees it's Helinski. She looks back and sadness is filling her heart. "Goodbye Lena." Lana opens the door and steps outside. She looks back and down. She gets on the rail and jumps. She tucks and rolls and only gets a few scratches. She gets up and dusts herself off. She watches the train get farther away. She feels tears fall and she walks on toward Helinski.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jan 7, 2005 20:59:30 GMT -5
Linnea looked at Ruth noticeing as well what Garret brought up.
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 7, 2005 21:06:07 GMT -5
Nodding, the Android takes a step into the room, letting the light fall upon him so that he may be observed better. He currently holds no weapons (that you can see) and is ‘naked.’ His Red Infinity fatigues must have been dropped off somewhere. Not like it really matters, anyhow, for Archetype 401 is free of any male anatomy that might make his nudity otherwise inappropriate.
His jaw does not move as he speaks, but is projected by a small speaker behind it, when he says, “I am indeed.” His scanners wash over you briefly, bathing you in an intense, yet not at all unsettling, red light. A deep confirms your profile, and a muffled “whiz” of working motors can be heard as your description is placed into his computer chip, so that he would be able to identify you in future meetings.
((Erp! I had no idea where the scene was, clumsy me. But this little cover up may change to covert-op, eh?))
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