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Post by Danuel Stinin on Jan 12, 2005 19:53:34 GMT -5
"Good idea." Dan leads the way back to his apartment. When he opens the door, sand pours out, covering his feet and anckles. "Alright... she put alot of sand in here."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 12, 2005 19:57:30 GMT -5
"Iris, do you have the power to heal wounds?" I ask her calmly. For whatever reason blood doesn't unnerve me. "If you can't call an ambulence or Freak Boy's going to die."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 20:00:08 GMT -5
Freak Boy groans. He writes on the paper again.
A pen begins levitating over the table and writing on a piece of paper. When this happens, it then flys into Erika's face. Written on it are the words:
No ambulences! No hospitals! They have my DNA on file and will kill me! Take me to Helsinki! - Freak Boy
Freak Boy's astro form taps his foot impatiently, waiting for Erika to read the note.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 12, 2005 20:03:41 GMT -5
"Gottverdampt scheiss!" I growl. "Iris, help me pick him up!" I say as I help him to his feet and wrap his arm over my shoulder.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 20:05:40 GMT -5
Freak Boy's head falls limply to it's side. His body has already become very pale and blood is all over his pants, shirt and jacket.
"Careful with that thing!! I need my body back in one piece!" Freak Boy shouts, even though he's pretty sure they can't hear him while he's in his astro form.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 12, 2005 20:11:17 GMT -5
I hear an eerie sound that might've been a voice. "Iris, we need to get him to a teleport booth, shnell!"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 20:14:01 GMT -5
Freak Boy, sick of seeing his semi-corpse being handled so roughly, takes his own arm and throws it over his shoulder, helping Erika carry his body to the nearest teleportation booth. He tugs his pale, limp corpse to show Erika that he's helping her.
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F-143 (Zero)
Senior Member
Superhuman Assassin
"My purpose is to serve, and that is all that I care about."
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Post by F-143 (Zero) on Jan 12, 2005 20:15:53 GMT -5
I walk out onto the streets of Helsinki, on orders to bring in a rebel for questioning. It appears that the whole Movement has been getting delusions of granduer, and I am to find out why. In the distance I see my doppleganger walk into an old metro station. I notice little details about her, like how she has her hair combed or how she holds her cigarette, both different from how I do which helps me to reassure myself that I won't wind up acting like her... It'd be nice if I could bring her in, but I still haven't got all of my powers back so she'd be more than a match for me, but then I see another rebel whom I walk up to. "Good morning." I say to Sayuka.
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Post by Chai Ling on Jan 12, 2005 20:15:56 GMT -5
(Peter, wait for someone from the League to fight you before you rescue us. League people, someone fight Peter. )
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Post by Sayuka on Jan 12, 2005 20:17:20 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]"Hello Zero, I am glad that you were able to get Bassarov back. Good job. I'm sure your happy and I am glad that he is doing well."[/glow]
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 12, 2005 20:18:36 GMT -5
I growl again in displeasure that Iris isn't helping. Oh well, she's probaly never seen blood before whereas I learned to slaughter meat when I was seven. Finally we get Freak Boy to the teleport booth, and I try to get him to answer me... "We need the coordinates for the REbel base dammit! Help me!"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 20:20:22 GMT -5
Freak Boy enters the coordinates to the rebel base, rolling his eyes. He punches the button and hits it, activating the teleport system.
When they arrive in Helsinki, he is the first one out of the booth, running forward.
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F-143 (Zero)
Senior Member
Superhuman Assassin
"My purpose is to serve, and that is all that I care about."
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Post by F-143 (Zero) on Jan 12, 2005 20:21:44 GMT -5
I can't help but smile a little. Whenever I come here everyone thinks I'm that dumb very *friendly* person that looks like me. "He's doing okay. With any luck Bassarov will be willing to work again soon." I try to decide how best to lure her out of sight of the streets before I knock her out and take her into the Ministry of Terror, as I was instructed to do.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 12, 2005 20:24:04 GMT -5
We arrive in the metro station near an old food court. I lay him down on a table and think to myself So this is the Rebel base... I'll have to remember this... I immediately run to the main room and yell for help.
(any rebel in or near the base can answer this)
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Post by Sayuka on Jan 12, 2005 20:24:19 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]"Would you like to go out for lunch? We hardly have time to talk any more."[/glow]
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