The Spiritual Squelching

[Lady Violet]

It does not take long for my orders to be carried out, and spies report that the FRA left Capital City on their battleship. It will be nice to see how Dinari Dollar, Alexander Carnegie, and Anna Khodorkovsky deal with their sudden poverty. It is also nice that Red Infinity has obtained some new factories and mines. I am sure that the capitalists will somehow come back through covert investments, but that may take months. They are something like the mildew in my bathroom tiles. I use bleach on it, but if I leave it unattended, it will eventually reappear.

[Raz Nili Ze'ev]

Raz recieves a transmission about the Red Infinity seizing of Capitalist assets. Serves them right, Raz thinks. She knows that many members of Hagana have capitalist sympathies because of the former freedom of Capital City, but she always believed it was a corrupt system that played on greed and fed yetzer ra. Still, she has to admit that Red Infinity is still much, much worse. She is worried for her family's safety, and the safety of her friends in Capital City. Red Infinity hasn't made a move against the Jewish community yet, but she is worried they will soon.

((Yetzer ra are evil impulses))

[Blacksmith]

((Was that just to Lady Blue or to everyone? I'm somewhat confused as to the nature of that message))

[Lady Violet]

(which message are you talking about?)

[Blacksmith]

((Your message to the capitalists about the asset seizure. Blacksmith is somewhat underground, so I don't know whether or not it would reach him or not.))

[Lady Violet]

(I sent the orders to the Ministry of Economics, and the seized assets would affect all of the wealthy capitalist players in the game or any NPC wealthy capitalist who might be getting guns for you. It would also include any FRA owned weapons producing factories. Everything in
Capital City has now been "socialized." Since you are not rich or well known, no one would be coming to your house to seize your weapons. It would affect your suppliers more than you, in your case Blacksmith.)

[Blacksmith]

((All right, thank you. I'll also assume that some of his warehouses that are less clandestine would be raided, so I will be taking losses on this.))

[Lady Blue]

I look back behind my ship in silence as we put to sea. The new bulkhead is leaking as expected, but the bilge pumps are more than enough to keep up with it. I order an evasive course to our secret base in South Africa, which is really nothing but a dry dock and coaling port with a few dozen villagers helping to supply food. Once I am sure we are out of Red Infinity's coastal radar coverage I will teleport back to the city to find my father...

[Blacksmith]

I send the word to a few of my warehouses, telling them to begin transfering the explosives to Lady Blue in a piecemeal fashion so as to avoid detection.

[Lady Violet]

It was a busy day at work and by the end of it, I feel like I could collapse. Sometimes this job really takes a lot from me. It is hard to be firm, but, it is in the best interest of Red Infinity. I teleport home with Hikari and go right to bed.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

((Moderator:

I would like to repeat what Zinn said earlier, that as soon as a moderator makes a decision they run to Bassarov about it. The point of making additonal moderators was to lighten the work load that Bassarov has to deal with in regards to this rpg, which his million characters alone would make anyone pull their hair out.

So, as Bassarov's right hand man, I am sending out a general call for everyone to heed what the other moderators have to say, and respect their authority. If you feel something is too drastic, you can come to either myself, Bassarov, or Lady Violet, and while we like to maintain as much of a democracy as possible within this RPG, that does not mean you should run to either one of us every time they make a ruling.

Thank you.))

[Lydia]

((I feel like I wrote a novel here, my post is so long. Sorry ,but I have trouble writing short stuff, and she needs a decent intro anyway.))

Her footfalls thudded softly on the pavement as she walked. Her course was straight and unwavering but her gaze was anything but. It flitted about restlessly, staring at the buildings around her with curiosity as well as a definite hint of fear. She had not been to Helsinki in a long time, things had changed. She held up a hand to shield her eyes from the strong light and frowned. All the tall buildings, the mystifying signs, she had to admit that she felt rather disoriented. She hadn’t seen anything written in her native tongue for years and she had to trace the letters of a small window sign just to make sure that it all was real. She smiled, for the first time in ages. Her gaze rose and she considered where she should go, what she should do. She had come here for a purpose, yes indeed, but now she was unsure. Did she really want to join the ranks of the Rebels or would she be better off far away from here? She could seek out her party leader and spend her time that way, wiling away her days with the everyday work of a writer and a naturalist, giving her aid to The Green Party as much as she could. Not one of the most exciting prospects, but not as dangerous a one either. She leaned against the massive stone of a nearby wall and thought on the subject for a moment. Finally making up her mind she rose and continued walking. She was headed towards the metro station at a slow walk, taking her time in case she would change her mind again. She had learned about the location of their base hours ago, but she had gone off on a bit of sight seeing first. Partially because she wanted to properly see the city after so long, and partially as an attempt at stalling herself. Having arrived at her destination she halted smoothly, waiting for someone to approach, or maybe waiting for no one to approach. Because if no one did then she could leave here free of shame or obligation, it would have made things so much easier. But she had chosen this path and would try her best to not flee from it. She was not a coward, but she wasn’t brave either. And this situation, these people, this very place in fact, were against everything she stood for, the very opposite of all that she loved and cherished. But she could make do, would have to make do, would force herself to deal with it.

[Valodya Bassarov]

(To Lydia)
After resting a few hours, Bassarov decides to leave his apartment and check on things at the rebel base. He has been submerging himself in politics and work so he can forget the wrong that he did to Mischa.

Outside of the base, Bassarov notices an attractive woman, whom, by her looks, he assumes is a nymph. He assumes this since he has met other nymphs such as Helene, Winter, and Andrew, and this woman shares features with them.

Never shy, he walks up to the woman to see if she is lost or maybe looking for the rebel base.

"Hello, may I help you find something?" He asks the woman.

[Lydia]

Lydia turned towards the figure as he approached her, her gaze questioning. He seemed pleasant enough but she knew not to trust first impressions and therefore looked him over a little skeptically. She nodded and replied to him simply. It felt strange to be speaking English again and it took her a moment to think of what to say. And even then her accent was thicker than she would have liked.

“Not exactly. I know where I’m going, I’m looking for people rather than a place. Are you a member of the Rebels?”

She watched him closely, looking over him carefully. She could sense some sort of power about this man and felt rather foolish since she did not know who he was. She didn’t know much about any of the political activists in fact and felt rather lost. It was a whole new world and she had to start from scratch, learning things that she should have known years ago.

[Tristen]

That man from earlier got away... and that girl also dissappeared.. dang.. boy did Tristen feel useful... oh well... he would look into it some other time... Tristen arrived back at the Ministry and quickly rushed up to Lady Violet's office to give her a hug before he went to bed. He slowly and shyly opened her door to see if she was still in her office but didn't see her there anymore.. "...oh.. she must have went home..." He whispered and gently closed the door.
Tristen sighed and walked back to his room.