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Post by Fascia on Jan 13, 2005 15:12:19 GMT -5
It has been awhile since I have moved anywhere, and I have been in Moscow for quite some time. But, this sounds like a wise decision. It would be good to spend time with Illidan and Kakashi. I wonder where exactly our relationship would fall at this point. It seems as though just being friends would feel strange, and be hard to handle, but I can't expect things to just materialize out of nowhere, especially considering the terrible things that I have done in the past.
I just smile.
"I will have to get transferred. I bet they could place me somewhere in Helsinki. To tell you the truth, my heart hasn't been much set on living in this place anyways, it was just temporary until... well, until anything happened, I guess.
I actually don't have many things to move. I could start boxing them up tonight, unless you want me to move in at a later time, which is fine too."
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Ash
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Bloodspeaker Poet and Singer
Can't you see that you're smothering me
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Post by Ash on Jan 13, 2005 15:12:45 GMT -5
Ash walk back a bit and look at him.
"I am not lost..............I just looking around this place....................anyway...................I'm Ash Romanov.............what your name?"
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 15:14:51 GMT -5
"Alright," Zinn says.
She picks up her backpack.
"I'll go with you. It's the least I can do after the rebels helped get Black and Kropotkin out of the ministry of psychology."
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Post by Keitoleinen on Jan 13, 2005 15:15:27 GMT -5
"My name is Keitoleinen, but some call me Keito for short. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Romanov. That dress looks good on you, are you getting married today?" Keitoleinen asks in reference to the wedding like dress she is wearing.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 13, 2005 15:18:23 GMT -5
I have washed up a bit since my lovely escapade with Mischa and am in a wonderful mood. I practically skip down to Illidan's room and knock on the door, wondering if he is back from trying to find his parents... or flying his kites... or whatever else he has been doing.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2005 15:18:49 GMT -5
Bassarov tries calling Huey and Kassenia, but both must be busy at work. It appears that they can not help him this time.
"It looks like we will have to sneak inside the Ministry. I know the dungeons so well that it shouldn't be a problem. I think there is a system of pipes leading from the Ministry and dumping into the Moscow river. If you don't mind water, we could travel through the pipes to the lower levels of the Ministry."
Bassarov teleports them both to Moscow and shows her where the pipes empty into the river.
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Post by Illidan on Jan 13, 2005 15:21:55 GMT -5
Illidan returns from the dungeons after executing two rebel prisoners. He used them to test out some new spells, which appear to work fine.
He is in a dark mood over his parents. He plots to kill his infant self through the fox demon Hoshi.
"Hello Kaieka! It is super to see you! I had a great time flying kites today!" He says cheerfully.
He did not fly kites. He lies to her, since he wants her to think that he is chipper and naive like always.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 15:23:59 GMT -5
Zinn looks at the pipes.
"Lovely," she says, wrinking her nose in disgust.
Blood, and who knows what else dribbles out of the pipe.
"Alright, let's go."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 13, 2005 15:25:39 GMT -5
"That's great! Did you catch some good wind?"
I walk inside his room and plop down on his bed.
"I had a great day too. At first it wasn't so good, but then I ran into an old friend of my former self... Mischa, so we had a dandy time. He's down in the dungeons now... recouperating. So, what do you feel like doing tonight?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2005 15:30:19 GMT -5
"Thanks for your help, Zinn. I do appreciate it."
Bassarov enters the pipe and begins the long walk through the wet and stinky tunnel. The smell makes him sick to his stomach, but since Mischa may be in peril as the result of his own irresponsibility, Bassarov continues onward without complaint.
The two rebels walk and sometimes wade through the pipe for about an hour before meeting the guey grate marking the entrance to the Ministry.
Bassarov grabs the grate and tries to bend the bars or pull the thing off. Since it is so slick with a disgusting brown slime, it is hard for him to get a good grib on it. He finally uses his dark energy to blow the thing off.
This will be the last time he can use his powers for a some time, since the inside of the Ministry of Terror has a power negation field to prevent the escape of prisoners.
Bassarov helps Zinn up a slippery ledge and through the entrance.
"This is it..." He whispers. Of course she knows, but he said it anyway.
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Post by Illidan on Jan 13, 2005 15:32:16 GMT -5
"I feel like sending the severed head of my infant self to my insensitive parents. I will put it in a package with those foam peanuts. They will be so shocked." Illidan says with a sickly grin.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 15:34:37 GMT -5
Zinn reaches down and takes out her gun. The last time she was here, she had her tongue cut off.
Even though her stealth doesn't work here, she walks silently.
"It's as charming as always," she whispers back. She wants to go and open all of the cells, but she knows that is impossible. It would give them away. She can hear people crying.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 13, 2005 15:36:13 GMT -5
I sit up on the bed, quite taken aback. I have never seen this side of Illidan before, and it seems so out of place. I mean, he did mention scraping the skin off of a prisoner with a potato peeler once, but usually he's all gumdrops and green jello. He must have gone to see his parents afterall, and it must not have turned out for the best.
"Saw the folks, huh? Not what you invisioned, I guess. But wouldn't killing the baby Illidan somehow kill you...?
Oh well, let's go do something... maybe not decapitation, but something."
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Post by Illidan on Jan 13, 2005 15:38:48 GMT -5
"No, since I came to the past there are now two versions of the future, the one I came from, and the one young Illidan will grow up in. I could kill young Illidan and I would still be alive, if I chose to stay in this time line." Illidan explains.
"We could do a craft or an art project. Would you like to make a collage?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 13, 2005 15:44:07 GMT -5
Bassarov and Zinn stick to shadows and corners, to avoid the Red Infinity operatives. In the deeper levels of the Ministry, there are fewer operatives. Most prisoners are left alone to linger and die, visited only for torture sessions.
Bassarov does his best to remain focused, even though there are many people whose crimes against the government are far less than his down here. He is lucky, and in some ways unlucky, that he has been able to forge some relations with Red Infinity members.
This has helped him get out of situations where any other would have died.
This also put him in his most recent sitaution and is what threatens the person in the world that he cares about the most.
They eventually reach a dark room where the most freshly tortured prisoners lay near death on tables or hanging to walls.
"Let's look around in here..." He whispers.
The room is very dark, and the only room that has no groans.
It has no groans since everyone is unconcious.
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