Great Explainations

[Erika "Zwei" Faust]

I sit in the apartment with an icy glare on my face, and my eyes glow a manevolant shade of red. THough I feel a lot better that Despair followed them I still don't feel right about it, largely due to my upbringing.

[Fenitchka]

"My teacher's name is Mr. Vassilyvich, He must be a friend of your fathers." I scratch my head and decide to stay quiet. I wonder if my teacher is really a rebel.
"I wonder why my teacher hangs out with rebels. He could get in trouble."

["Zero" Americanski]

I continue to walk down the halls, scrying for Bassarov's unmistakable presense. I still don't feel it though, but I am picking up a lot of nervousness from Sephos. I felt this with Bassarov several times when we first started seeing each other as more than just friends... BUt surely that isn't possible here!

(Freak Boy, Erika is still in Zero's apartment. That was an expression post.)

[Despair]

Despair picks up Freakboy and moves him to the other end of the couch. He sits between Freakboy and Iris. Since Iris is very young, she would be easy to take advantage of. Seeing as Freakboy is wanted by A.S.S. he is the last male that Iris should be alone with.
"Do not try to get too close to your friend here. She is very young and you are a rotten dirty teen hacker."

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy looked shocked. He looked at Iris then back to Despair.

"Dude... she looks older than I am, not to mention about half a foot taller." Freak Boy says, gesturing to the 19/20ish looking Iris Faust. Freak Boy was only 18.

"Ok, the A.S.S. thing... look, about that... I sleep with ONE woman and I never hear the end of it." he says, rolling his eyes.

[Erika "Zwei" Faust]

I electronically contact Despair.

How are my daughter and the sorcerer doing? And do you think I should come to your location?

[Gin]

Gin takes the packet and begins to look through it. "So, that's.. wait, no that's the other way.. and that.. wait.. Um, anyway, where do I sit?" She puts the packet into her pocket and drops her skateboard to the floor, putting one foot on it and popping it up and down.

[Lysander Josef Bassarov]

"Yah, prolly a friend..."

Well, shes obviously not a friend of the rebelion. That deffinitly sounds like something my dad would do. My money says hes sleeping around with her too. My father... what can I do.

"So, ill let you sleep now, Im sorry for barging in here."

[Despair]

The hacker seems to be interested in her. I am here trying to keep them apart. If you want to come, back up might be nice

"She is only a few weeks old. Kaschei accelerated her growth. Erika does not like or trust you. I do not trust you with girls. That is why I am here."

[Freak Boy]

"I'm well aware Erika doesn't like me, and I'm aware you don't like me even more. Keep in mind though that you almost made me blow my head off with a sniper rifle at point blank range, yet I'm not holding a grudge..." he says in as guilting a tone as he could muster.

"And, on another side note... it was ONE WOMAN in an entire 18 YEARS! That's not bad when you look at all the women some people have slept with at this point in their life."

[Fenitchka]

"I don't mind. It is nice to have someone to talk to. That computer guy here named Che slept with me, but didn't want anything to do with me after. So I have been alone. You are really nice."

[Erika "Zwei" Faust]

Very well, I will join you shortly. Quickly I strip off my uniform jacket and blouse, and replace them with my good ones, the ones that still have the Nazi insignia on them. I quickly brush my hair and take a teleport booth to Buenos Aries and knock on Freak Boy's door.

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy gets up to answer the door. He opens it and sees Erika and nearly chokes on his Dorito. He goes from dark tan to pure pale white in a few seconds.

"Erika? H-ho-how do you know where I live?" he asked in a raspy voice as the Dorito dislodged itself from his throat.

[Sephos]

I look from door to door down the hallway, waiting for Zero's sense of Bassarov to kick in. I can feel the metal of my gun against my fingers in the pocket of the uniform that I took off of the soldier by the entrance, it has a reassuring feel to it.

I hope that Bassarov is alright. Being captured by a vampire and kept as a prisoner in their apartment is no good at all, no matter how pretty the capturer is. We need to get him out of here, and fast.

[Despair]

"You did not spend the bullk of those 18 years in a state of sexual maturity, so it is not a true statement." Despair replies.
"But I will drop the subject."