The Need for Roots

[Valodya Bassarov]

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[Freak Boy]

"Thanks, I appreciate it Bassarov and... I'll take that as a compliment, Zero." he said, referring to her comment on how he looks like Bassarov.

"Anyway, yes... you're dress is much more formal whereas I'm really laid back..."

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov gets another glass of juice from the refridgerator. He looks at Freakboy and can't help but laugh.

"What should we call this hispanic Bassarov, El Bizzaro, perhaps?" He asks Zero. He looks at the clock to see how much longer the laundry has.

["Zero" Americanski]

"I like the way you dress Valodya, it looks comfortable and attractive." I chuckle. "Sure Valodya, that works... Maybe someday when you're a hero of the people we'll have an international Bassarov day."

[Damascus]

Hoping that he wouldn't have the time to have a conversation with Lady Violet, he didn't respond to her. He walked into the kitchen and followed the instruction that were there to make the bars that, in his opinion, should have been labeled as a serious health hazard. He shook his head and made the bars of death anyway, per the instructions.
"Kids these days." He said to himself, realized he sounded like a sterotypical old guy, and then sighed. Maybe he should actually act his age . . . of course that meant the he'd have to become dust, because it was hard to pin down how you should act when your as old as dirt, well, almost anyway. He supposed he should be more dignified, but that was so boring after long periods of time.
He sighed again and continued making the cereal bars. They weren't perfect like Lady Violet probably made them, but they were far from bad. They were all good sized rectangles, with straight edges and they looked disgusting to him. But to a little child, they probably looked deliectable.
Strange how things had changed since he'd been born. But, of course, when he'd been born, humans had been the new thing. Most dragons believed they had come before humans, but Louhi had been a human before a God, and she had made the first dragons. He had been part of the second batch, along with the Silvers and the Bronze. In fact, he had been the second Cromatic dragon ever.

[Freak Boy]

"Hah, hah, hah. You guys are a laugh riot." Freak Boy says sarcastically.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"I wouldn't want that, I am egotistical enough as it is. But I would hope that when Red Infinity crumbles, there is a parade, and there is a day, but one to celebrate the victory of everyone."

[Iris Faust]

Iris put the kitten down on the bed and prepared the litter box putting it in a corner. Getting up she turned to see the still sleeping kitten on her bed and she smiled. Picking up the cat she walked from the door.
"Well Meekers. Youki said we can walk around here lets see what the Ministry is like."
She walked out the door and looked up and down the hall before she turned and walked down the hall.
(I guess anybody from the ministry of info can run into her)

[Freak Boy]

"Yeah, a day that celebrates the victorious efforts of the proletariat as a whole." Freak Boy said, sitting down and looking at himself in the window... "Holy nuts... I do look like a short, wimpy version of Bassarov."

["Zero" Americanski]

"Well that works too." I state as I light a cigarette. I stretch out and say "Why can't we just laugh and joke around more often?:

[Valodya Bassarov]

"The Junior Anti Humor League will capture us and torture us if we do." Bassarov replies.

[Freak Boy]

"That and we're normally too busy getting shot at anyway, even without anti-humor leagues." he says with a smirk.

[Lady Blue]

"You mean other than an aversion to sunlight, garlicy foods and crosses, as well as having inch-long retractable fangs and a taste for human blood? He never hid that he was a vampire, but there's a lot of vampires in eastern Europe." I state.

["Zero" Americanski]

"Good point, though I am almost surprised that they don't have such an organization. They regulate everything else fun..."

[Dante "the Vulture"]

He had seen her only a few minutes ago... the traitor. She hadn't seen him yet, to his advantage. The noon-agression pact said that he was to not harm any Red Infinity personel, except in self-defense. He had been following her since he'd seen her, and memorized all of her mannerisms he'd seen so far and her appearance in that short time.
Vaugly, he wondered where Raine was, and how she was doing. He had, total, one good friend right then, and that was Raine. So, of course she would be on his mind alot. He hoped that she hadn't done anything dangerous while he hadn't been with her. She didn't seem like the type, but with women, who could ever know?
A sudden gust blew at his thin leather trench coat. The belt was tied around his middle, the coat's collar and tails blowing violently with the wind. He was leaning on his back against a wall, with his arms crossed in front of him and looking non-conspicuously at the traitor. He was't going to pursue her, but he had already reported seeing her to Noe.
So, not having to worry about the traitor anymore, he uncrossed his arms and then walked in the opposite direction from the traitor, deciding that, maybe, he should go back to Berlin. After all, he hadn't seen Raine in days, and she won't die while he was gone... he hoped.
Another gust of wind blew his coat, but he ignored it like he had the first.