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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 18, 2005 14:34:54 GMT -5
The Android glances into the room with his scanners, noticing the weakening life force of Dinari Mark Dollar.
Archetype 401 seems to nod to himself as he enters the room through the security gate, unaffected by the intense temperature of the room, which is now about 175 degrees. He holds a syringe in his hand which is tipped with a long, slender needle. A clear fluid sloshes around its innards.
Extending his arm, Archetype thrusts the needles point into the flesh at the base of Dinari’s neck, forcing the syringe downward with no medical prowess, to administer the psychological drug.
If the drug works to full effect, the man will start spewing forth every bit of information that he knows, once he regains consciousness.
Having had administered the drug, Archetype 401 turns his back on the man and walks back out the security gates, making sure they seal tightly behind him.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 18, 2005 14:35:44 GMT -5
Karina quietly ponders Frank's answer as she cooks. A short time later, she sets a plate down on the table. Sausage, pankcakes, cheese eggs and what looks like deep fried cheesecake (yes, it doesn exist) sizzles on the plate.Come eat. But don't touch the cheesecake. Thats mine. Karina sits at the table and starts to eat. (To Frank)
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Lolita
Senior Member
A.S.S. Spy
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Post by Lolita on Jan 18, 2005 14:41:31 GMT -5
I spy on Daniel and company for a while and report everything I heard to the Ministry of Information. Since no one has been doing naughty things, I don't have anyone to attack. I flutter off and decide to fly around until someone gets frisky.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Jan 18, 2005 14:55:49 GMT -5
After a long night of sitting beside Antero, Sakari decides it's time for a break. Having no idea what he did to warrant being locked in a room, he decides to be on the safe side and lock the bathroom.
I walk into the kitchen and see the newest addition to the rebels, Lydia, and smile. "Hello again. Are you adjusting well?" I ask in a chipper tone of voice, despite how the previous night was spent.
(I'm usually on later at night, it's just recently my sleep schedule has been a little bizarre. I should be on later tonight to post with you if you're on, Lydia.)
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Post by Fascia on Jan 18, 2005 15:01:58 GMT -5
"I should really stop by the ministry here too and see if Kaschei has done anything about getting me transferred. I haven't heard back from him, but he's a pretty busy guy."
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Post by Joukahainen on Jan 18, 2005 15:02:24 GMT -5
I enter Iris's room carrying a large bag of stuff for the cat and herself.
"Hello, Iris. I brought some food and litter for Meekers, and some tea and snacks for yourself. If you would like to eat anything more substantial, feel free to use any of the facilities within the Ministry of Information." I say, setting down the bag.
"How are you and Meekers doing?"
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Post by Hatake Kakashi on Jan 18, 2005 15:04:54 GMT -5
"Busy. He's probably in his lap poking frogs with knives to see how many pokes before they die or something."
((Time of class. Be back in an hour.))
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Post by Fascia on Jan 18, 2005 15:10:12 GMT -5
"Yes, he may just be doing that.
Anyways, I should find out if I have a job out here yet."
I sit down on the couch next to Kakashi and let Illidan play on the floor, careful to keep any of Kakashi's weapons away from him.
((Okay, I know not when I shall return, there are many errands to run today.))
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 18, 2005 15:16:50 GMT -5
"I don't think that this should alter our stance. We should stand for revolution against Red Infnity, but the Capitalists have different class interest than us. It would be like saying the Czar of Russia was oppressed against the Capitalists, and asking whether or not their former serfs should support them against the coming age of capitalism."
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Post by Iris Faust on Jan 18, 2005 15:18:55 GMT -5
Iris looks up at Youki. "We are both fine. Little bored but fine," she smiled. she wouldn't snap at Youki, he was almost the same as herself. She was forced to do this job, so she thought she wouldn't be so sore about it. "How are you doing?"
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Post by Helene on Jan 18, 2005 15:23:39 GMT -5
(Mischa, why am I banned from the SayBox?) Helene leaves Lilith at the nymph house and teleports into Bassarov's apartment. She isn't surprised to see everyone having a huge polital discussion. She makes a sound of disgust at the word capitalist. She never like the money hungry bastards...Nice Mischa. Why can't all the capitalist in the world go bankrupt and kill themselves. They'd be doing us all a favor.
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Post by Joukahainen on Jan 18, 2005 15:23:47 GMT -5
The boredom issue has been an issue that I've been trying to find a way to lessen for her, but I think it's just going to have to stay until things start to get more active.
"Well, I'm alright I suppose..." I say, not really sure how else to respond. I feel strange that she's asking me about myself but try to adapt. "It's a little lonely, since there aren't any other Taivalans around. I'm sure you can relate." I say with a half smile.
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Post by Iris Faust on Jan 18, 2005 15:27:20 GMT -5
"Yeah I can definitly relate to that," Iris says in a soft voice as she pets the kitten. "But I still do not understand your kind, the Tavilains...I hope I said that right." Her face turns red with her embarassment. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 18, 2005 15:27:47 GMT -5
Archetype 401 looked over his mainframe computer for all the information that the RI computers currently had on this “Blacksmith” guy, including the information just given up by Dinari Dollar.
A few quiet beeps are heard as three possible locations are set up on his locator maps. Proccessing the locations through his logistics computer, he decides he will need to search each location seperatly, for each have the same ratio of probilility to finding this individual.
Sweeping the area once more, he double checks the locks on the door to Dinari’s cell. It’s not like the check was needed, however, for if a prisoner comes within three feet of the solid metal door the air vents will immediately start emitting a powerful mixture of both sleeping and tear gas.
Having secured the cell, Archetype 401 begins to walk up to the stairs to the main halls of the Ministry of Terror. The clunk, clunk, clunk of his heavy metal feet echoing through the catacomb-like prison.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 18, 2005 15:29:50 GMT -5
((If you have AOL, it sometimes bans people from posting in the chat box, it wasn't a moderator or anything, sorry for your troubles))
I laugh.
"Well, since Red Infinity just seized all their assets, I think we can say that they're getting one step closer to that goal."
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