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Post by Lin-Sat on Jan 13, 2005 23:03:59 GMT -5
((Sorry guys, I've been REALLY busy of late.))
I look at the two men in front of me.
"Very well Kith, I shall reinstate you as an operative, on the condition that you no longer show any weakness. If you are to demonstrate any weakness again, I shall carry out your execution personally," I say in a tone that brooks no opposition.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 13, 2005 23:07:26 GMT -5
"Don't try to move so much yet. You have soft tissue damage to most of your moving parts. Wait here while I retrieve Chai." Peter moves to the next cell and lifts the sleeping woman, carrying her back to Lena's cell. "I have her. Now, we must go."
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Post by Lena on Jan 13, 2005 23:14:21 GMT -5
Lena nods, knowing he must not have answered her question since it wasn't really the time to answer questions. The sooner they got out of here, the better. She stops thinking about the strange memory for now as she begins to walk toward Peter, slightly limping.
"All right. When we get out of here, I can heal her." She says, not mentioning she couldn't heal herself.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 13, 2005 23:19:38 GMT -5
"This won't last long here. A few seconds at most. As soon as I open the portal, move through quickly." Peter draws out a glass orb and shatters it against the wall. As soon as the portal forms from the shimmering white Peter takes hold of Lena and pulls her through with him.
They appear just outside the farm house in Lapland. He lays Chai on the couch, then returns to his human form. As soon as he does, he rushes over to Lena and throws his arms around her, "Oh my God, Lena, are you alright? I'm so sorry, this is all my fault, I should have been there."
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Post by Satsujin on Jan 13, 2005 23:27:30 GMT -5
((...My... goodness... gracious...... I only now find out that people are interested in fighting me. How out of the blue is that? No one told me, and there is no way I am going to read 5 d**n threads... 2 or so weeks of nothing related to me and then this with no warning... Right... It could have easily been another week if not for the fact I decided to check on RI today... Oy, whatever. All I saw was Soren's first post to Satsujin, so I am going off of that. If anyone else posted to me, send me a PM stating the thread name and page number so I can check it, like I asked people to during my last two posts as Satsujin...))
Satsujin turned to face Soren. An expression of confusion and anger annoyance crossed his face before he realized who it was.
"Oh well look who it is!" he shouted as he cracked his neck, spinning it nearly all the way around.
"If it isn't the leader of my pawns..." An evil grin grew, showing his teeth.
"It is you who failed me you know? I have fought two gods, and won! What did the Nihilists do?... Stand around shouting out how much they hate things? Ahahaha!"
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 13, 2005 23:46:14 GMT -5
Archetype 401 walks towards the back of the dark alley where he has been standing for over five hours, completely motionless. His motors whirl into action and the soft humming that accompanies each movement can once against be heard under the dim stirring and murmuring of the general populace in the streets of Moscow.
Archetype reached the dead-end of the alley and his arms extend in front of him. Energy crackles at his finger tips, electricity jolts snapping out from his hands to sizzle harmlessly along the ground at his feet. An unnatural wind picks up, blowing the litter and debris around him in a lazy circle as he begins to open the gateway.
Within moments a large crack! is heard and an oval-shaped gateway opens before him.
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Post by Dante "the Vulture" on Jan 14, 2005 0:09:06 GMT -5
((The Green Party showed up to fight you as well. Maybe the reason no one cared was because there was no organized front really. Soren contacted the rebels and asked for their help, so I guess that Toivo noticed, and dragged along the Green Party. Meh.
And your still with me Raine... as far as I know.))
"Me and my brothers used to fight alot. Play fight, but still I got alot of bloody lips and noses. Its been almost eleven years, since I was seven yars old, that my family was butchered." He said, feeling a great sorrow, but it wasn't so bad right then. He had someone who emapthized with him, and he had had the past eleven years to cope with his life.
"Let's go back to the metro. Its warm there, and I can easily be contacted from there." He said, not explaining further and walking them back in the direction of the old metro the rebels used as a base now.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 14, 2005 1:58:29 GMT -5
I wake up. Or, rather, my eyes open after several hours, fixated on the same place on the ceiling. A single hole about the size of a safety pin, surrounded by several holes of similar size, possibly slightly larger or smaller. With my eyes fixated on this one spot, my peripheral vision makes the others seem to move around, like molecules under a fire.
They're all just asking for attention until I actually give it to them, then they cease all motion, and the previous hole my eyes fixated on begins to move like the others, in the same circular motion.
I've been hearing voices outside of my door all day and night, and they've finally ceased.
I'm alone.
Hello?
No, don't go. I don't want to be alone. Who are you? Don't come in here, I don't want to see anybody. Just... Please, hold me, DON'T TOUCH ME. Don't f**king touch me. No, please don't leave, I just... I didn't mean to push you away... I didn't mean it...
I pull the blanket over my head, and curl up in the fetal position, trembling underneath the covers.
It's so cold in here. I just. I just want to disappear... I just wish that nobody would look at me and I could stand still. I don't want attention, I don't want your attention. I don't need your f**king attention, I'm fine by myself.
Look at what your attention gave me.
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Post by Soren on Jan 14, 2005 3:12:59 GMT -5
"We aren't your pawns, and if we failed you, good. We don't serve anyone. It was by a fluke error in judgement that we placed any faith in you at all. So called "god of nothing" you are unworthy of even our disrespect."
Soren wonders why he even bothered showing up. He is completely complacent about this being. He could be at home putting together a trolley.
But, things need to come to an end. There must be completion and even the young nihilist feels it.
He turns to the others, awaiting the one who bears the kampa.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 14, 2005 8:33:41 GMT -5
Bassarov enters Mischa's room and sees that his friend is in a lot of discomfort. He takes a seat. He wasn't going to visit Mischa, since he was feeling so guilty about what happened. But Zinn was right, it wasn't about him.
"Mischa, feeling any better?"
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Post by Despair on Jan 14, 2005 8:42:21 GMT -5
Despair pushes Freakboy out of the way and speaks into the microphone.
"Freakboy is lieing. We could have had more time with Iris but he ruined it! He ruined it! It is all his fault that Iris was taken." Despair shouts into the mic.
He turns to Freakboy.
"You ruined the time we had because Red Infinity started to worry. They didn't want Iris to fall in love with a loser rebel like you! It would ruin everything. If you would have just let Erika and I handle everything, Iris would still be here. THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT!!" he shouts.
Despair is as frustrated as anyone else, but instead of blaming Red Infinity, he blames Freakboy.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 14, 2005 8:44:46 GMT -5
I peek my head out of the blanket and see Vossya. I slowly peel the blanket further down so it covers only my shoulders.
"Ah hel-hello, Valodya... I'm... Thank you for rescuing me." I say, not really sure what else to say. I'm not doing better, and I'm upset about his relationship with Kaieka.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 14, 2005 8:47:10 GMT -5
"Of course, Zinn was a great help with that. She also cared for your health, but, let's not talk about unpleasant things. I am glad that you are alive and well. I heard on the news that Sasha Kropotkin died. I don't know if I can trust Red Infinity news, but I hope it isn't true. Freakboy is in the other room doing his radio show again. He was nearly killed by Ahriman..."
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Post by Keitoleinen on Jan 14, 2005 8:56:07 GMT -5
(To Ash and the Blood Speakers)
Keitoleinen leads Ash to some quarters the the League of the Godless. The room is small and plain, but she can fix it up and at least she has a place to stay while she works for Red Infinity.
"This will be your room Ash. I will call the Bloodspeaker's leader and have him meet with you today. Just wait here and he will come."
Keitoleinen makes a call to the Bloodspeaker HQ in Paris saying that they have a potentially new recruit. He askes that someone come to the League and meet with Ash.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 14, 2005 9:02:06 GMT -5
"I see. Thank you for the update." I say as genuine as possible. I know he's trying to help, and I really do care about how they're doing, but I really don't want to know about the outside world right now.
"If, ah, if... You wouldn't mind... I think I would just like to be alone for a little while..." I say, not making eye contact. The overwhelming emotion that I'm feeling is indescribable.
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