My Friend Of... Despair

[Valodya Bassarov]

"There are many different rebel groups. The Green Party, the capitalists, the feminists, the socialists, etc. You would talk to the leader of the group you are interested in joining. I am the leader of the 4th International, so you would talk to me if you are interested in becoming a revolutionary socialist. If you have no political ideals beyond wanting to overthrow Red Infinity, you could talk to Zero Amerikanski about joining the generic Helsinki rebels."

[Archetype 401]

Sievel blinks slowly, “I had no idea that there were so many branches. I thought that all the rebels had a center structure… a hub cap.” He pauses, turning his eyes to linger upon Zinn once more, before returning his artificial gaze back towards you, “I am not quite sure I am able to distinguish the different parties from each other… I know little of the rebel ways, but of their goal I know enough.”

The Android pauses for a moment, then falls silent, not quite sure what to do, or say, next. A few lights flicker to life, then fade, as if he were processing the information just learned.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I know it is all confusing to someone new to the rebel movement. I think that if there was a centre to the rebelion it would be Helsinki, since I try my best to network with all of the rebel groups and attract the most members to the Helsinki rebelion."

[Archetype 401]

Sievel nods once more, clicking his jaw as he records. “Where can I find their Head Quarters?” He looks around the room once more. He almost seems uneasy, as if a bomb is going to fall through the roof at any moment.

His head swivels back to look at you and he adjusts his shirt once more. His eyes lose their former glow and seem to go into a dormant state, yet the quiet whirling sound of the machine within his skull is constant, showing that the Android is still ‘awake.’

[Winter]

Winter snapped out of her thoughts and smiles at Samuel.
-Sure. See you when you get back!-
Winter got up and jumped in the shower.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"The rebel base is at the old Helsinki metro station. Zero can take you there and show you around."
Bassarov looks over at Zero.
"You don't mind, do you?" He asks her.
She usually never minds showing new rebels around, but he hates to ask too much of her.

[Archetype 401]

Sievel looks then to the woman called "Zero", and once again there is a whizzing sound of his inner workings, as well as a beep. Another profile remembered.

[Kaieka]

After all the vampires and huge, missle-bearing machines leave, I am left once again alone in a dark alley.

That was... interesting... to say the least.

I would have liked to have spent more time with Shade, although a strange character, I think we would have gotten along. Ms. Dariya is another matter all together.

I understand the desire to do whatever pleases you, but to oppose every feeling and belief as inherently... can you even say "evil" if you don't believe in any standards...

I love to feel. I love emotion. Even when pain bites, it brings sensation, and for the undead... any sensation is a good one... amplified by heightened senses. Afterall, pain always plagues me, it isn't as if I could outrun that sensation... I have tried.

Being bored with staying in one place for too long, I continue to walk.

[Valodya Bassarov]

(Zero should be on later)

"She can take you down to the base in a bit, but in the meantime, is there anything else you want to know? Oh, do you like cake?" Bassarov hands the machine some cake that Freak Boy made. Some androids eat, so he doesn't want to make assumptions.

[Zinn]

Zinn walks up, and holds out her hand as if she wants to shake.

However, she quickly goes for her gun instead, and shoots him in the head, at his access panel. She calculates the physics in her head before she fires, so that the bullet won't just ricochet. At least, it won't if she's right about what this is.

((Archetype, please do not 'teleport' to locations. You just went from Amsterdam to Helsinki in less than a second. You can't just appear places, and you can't just magically find the rebels. Please stop that.))

[Illidan]

Illidan runs up to Kaieka. He has a large red kite in his arms.
He smiles brightly.
"I have a new hobby, flying kites! I flew this kite all day in Gorky Park. How are you?"
His voice has a hyper and childish tone.

[Archetype 401]

Sievel looks down at the cake blankly, holding it in his over-sized metalic claw-like hands. Then he slowly raises his gaze to that of Bass and quirks it to the side slightly, “I must not consume solids.” He said simply, offering the cake back to the man, “But thank you for the offer.”

((. . . Erm. Well, sorry for not knowing the exact rules of the forums yet. But... <Points to the access hatch> Is on the back of my head. And unless you're trying to shake his hand from behind...))

[Zinn]

((Zinn just shot you in the head, at your access panel, Archetype.))

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov jumps back in alarm when Zinn fires at the machine. He drops the cake onto the carpet...

[Archetype 401]

((. . . Erm. Well, sorry for not knowing the exact rules of the forums yet. But... <Points to the access hatch> Is on the back of my head. And unless you're trying to shake his hand from behind...))

Sievel blinks at the woman identified as "Zinn" slowly. The red eyes flickering out of his resting state once more. “Are rebles known for attacking people who ask for help?” The robot quarries, the frequency of his voice doing its best to sound displeased and angered.

((Archetype's panle is on the top side of the back of his head. He is also over seven feet tall. So unless you were behind (and slightly above, shooting down, or just... had a very long arm) it wouldn't be quite possible... Unless... somehow... I'm wrong?))