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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 20:56:47 GMT -5
(FRANK)
"I'm fine for now, thank you though." he says in a pleased voice. He walks at a brisk pace to the piece of bread and grabs a handfull of it, taking a bite before standing on tip-toes and drinking from the glass by taking a cupped hand and drinking from that.
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 12, 2005 20:58:38 GMT -5
Archetype 401 heads towards the front entrance to the Ministry of Terror. His metalic hinges swivle and let his joints and legs mooth gracefuly down the hall.
The Android's gaze sweeps from side to side, his head unmoving, but his sensors outline everything in a bright red light. His feet clank against the tile as he heads down the maze of tunnles, reaching the front doors within minutes.
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Post by Iris Faust on Jan 12, 2005 20:58:55 GMT -5
Iris grabs the womans hand and stands there totally oblivious.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 21:01:56 GMT -5
As soon as both women grab my hand I carefully draw off their life energy as well as my own and direct it into Freak Boy's chest wound. That wound closes almost instantly. I can't spare the energy to heal his hands, but this should regenerate them in a few days. As soon as I am done I sit down on a nearby bench and then lay down.
(Both Erika and Iris would be severly exhausted from this).
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 12, 2005 21:03:17 GMT -5
Karina smiles and sits on the floor infront of the dollhouse. I suppose your going to need a bath. Those towels are real. The tub is made from a rock I got from Peru. I'll break you off some of my soap. The light switch might be too hard for you to pull so I'll move this one into my room, in case you ever need me. There are 7 rooms and they all have real beds made from cloth and cottonballs. The kitchen is down here I dont think that will matter... She goes on and on explaining every inch of the house and the do's and don'ts. I suppose I can made you some dishware like cups and such so you wont have to struggle. For some reason, she is overly ethusiastic about having Frank here.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 12, 2005 21:05:20 GMT -5
I see a light between Zero's hand and Freak Boy, and immediately I feel more tired than I have ever felt before. I also find a bench and lay down, but unlike Zero I fall asleep instantly.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:05:26 GMT -5
Freak Boy watches as his body heals and, in an instant, his astro form feels magnetically pulled towards his semi-corpse. Freak Boy shooms into his body.
He sits up with lightning speed and gasps, as his body had stopped breathing close to the end.
"whoah..." he said weakly. "What a rush..." he turned to Zero.
"Zero, if kissing you wouldn't be like kissing a chimney, then I'd kiss you..." he said with a smirk. Freak Boy was back, and more than happy to be in his own body.
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 12, 2005 21:08:57 GMT -5
Extending his arm, Archetype sends the doors of the Ministry of Terror flying open. His metalic fingers scrape against the glass as his powered legs carry him through the archway.
His heavy metal feet clank and clunk against the ground as he walks out onto the main street. Turning his head to the left, then right, he scans the horizon. The soft humming of his motors filling the air with the eerie sound as he turns to walk down the street.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 21:09:25 GMT -5
"It doesn't stop Valodya." I say tiredly. "Speaking of I never did find him, oh well it can wait..."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:15:13 GMT -5
"There's not much that does stop Valodya..." he says, looking at his hands. He can see right through the gaping hole left through them by Ahriman's bullet....
"I feel like that guy in Thinner..." he says, making a reference to the Stephen King novel. "Erika... Iris.... Zero....... thanks, I owe you guys..."
(FRANK)
"Wow... that's alot to remember. You sure seem excited about this..." he says with a smirk
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 12, 2005 21:18:13 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it..." I say. "Just try to be helpful and don't overexert yourself. Those hand wounds will take a week or so to heal, so don't do any heavy lifting until they are.
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Post by Iris Faust on Jan 12, 2005 21:19:13 GMT -5
Iris sits back, she doens't have the energy to move but is happy to see that FreakBoy is healed. Letting a heavy sigh, Iris takes the rest of her energy in keeping her eyes open and looking strong.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 12, 2005 21:22:25 GMT -5
I'm not. I just like to make sure my guest are comfortable. No matter the... stature. Now, you'll need a bath and I'll make you some clothes so you don't have to wear those bloody things.This is a lie, of course but he is a stranger so who cares? Karina gets up and heads into the bathroom. After breaking off a piece of the soap and filling a cup with warm water, she returns and fills the tub up. Why were you tortured anyways?
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 12, 2005 21:23:21 GMT -5
"I think heavy lifting is the least of my worries... how the hell am I gonna shoot a gun with my hands like this?" he asked, poking his pinky through the hole in his hand. The hole is big enough that his finger doesn't even touch the skin or any tissue...
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(FRANK)
"Because I was once a Red Infinity Spy... a good one too. But, Stalin-" and so, Frank regails the story of how he ended up getting purged from Red Infinity and met Bassarov then joined the 4th International as a spy. "-So, they decided an operative who was once loyal to the party deserves extra special torture..."
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 12, 2005 21:30:02 GMT -5
Karina visably flinches. I personally try to stay under the radar and kill whoever stands in the way of that while maintaing my rebel activites. Being Bassarov's sister comes with baggage...
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