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Post by Noe "Ghost" Carlson on Jan 21, 2005 5:50:53 GMT -5
Noe can tell by the way Violet's moaning that she must be reaching her climax and the feeling like something starting to wind tight inside him tells him that he is too. "Close to time to end negotiations, Lady Violet." Noe closes his eyes, leaning heavily on his arms to keep from collapsing.
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Post by Lady Violet on Jan 21, 2005 5:58:40 GMT -5
My hair sticks to my neck and face, adhered by slight perspiration. I feel a building inside of me that continues until it is nearly unbearable. I squirm a little as I get closer. Then finally it hits its peak and I feel like I am violently tremoring inside.
When it is over, my arms droop and I turn my head to the side. I pull Noe to the side of me and kiss his shoulder.
"Thank you and goodnight. If you wish to visit me again sometime you may. I don't mind."
Most men I sleep with once and go on to someone else. But since he is with the LIF maybe it made it a little more exciting for me, and I should take advantage of our good relations while I can. It certainly won't last long.
"Yes...that was nice."
I set my alarm and fall into a restful sleep.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 21, 2005 9:20:19 GMT -5
Bassarov and Zero go to the movie and although it is another Red Infinity propaganda flick, it is entertaining never the less. When they head back to the apartment, Bassarov sees Freakboy in a strange state of shock or mental anguish.
"Freakboy...what's wrong?"
He puts his hand on Freakboy's shoulder and gives him a shake.
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 21, 2005 11:26:20 GMT -5
Archetype 401 steps out of the portal, once again appearing in the Ministry of Terror. He knew that he would not be able to defeat Peter, and his computer systems commanded him to flee so that his billion dollar self would not be destroyed.
Raz’s plasma shot nicks the side of the portal, but does not hit Archetype, sense he had already disappeared. It fizzles and disappears in a little green puff.
Archetype 401 doesn’t stay long in one spot, he immediately moves to the main offices of the Ministry of Terror to give his report, as well as warn that he may need more operatives.
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Post by Chao Zadung on Jan 21, 2005 11:35:55 GMT -5
I nod my head and exit silently before them and take the elevator down. Deciding to check the house first, I walk towards Violet's house after exiting RI HQ. After opening the door, I knock on her door. Then I see a black car pull in.
Wonder who that could be.
I wait a while then open the door a little bit.
" Hikari, are you in here? "
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Post by Damascus on Jan 21, 2005 12:19:52 GMT -5
Damascus sipped his tea, put down the cup, and then continued.
"Then of course, we have you an dme, the Chromatics. Reds are the Golds of the Chromatics, the biggest and the strongest. After us come the Blues, who are some of the most evil, following them are the black, who, now adays, grow to be little more than 12 feet at the shoulder. The smallest, but the absolutly most evil of our kind, are the Whites. Creul and cunning, they make up for being the smallest by being the meanest. And then, after all that, come the--" He was going to go on about the jem dragons, but then Lady Violet came in, and indroduced Noe Carlson, LIF Director.
He looked at Set, and, when the two weren't looking, he rolled his eyes. Party members were one thing, but political enemies were something completly different.
"Y'know, Set, its a little stuffy in here, and we've been sitting down so long, I think I need to go for a walk."
And so, Damascus, indicating to Set that they should leave, made for the door.
Before reaching it, he saw a young man inside. He walked over to him, and grabbed him by the forearm.
"Sorry, kiddo, Lady's orders." He lied. "All non-essential personel are outta the house." He gently but firmly led the young man, with Set following, out of the front door.
((Just put this post before Lady Violet's and Noe's posts. And I hope you don't mind being moveed around to much Set.))
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Post by Chao Zadung on Jan 21, 2005 12:47:43 GMT -5
" Err... " Before I can argue I'm outside the house. Not knowing what to do, I decide to walk around Beijing to see what places are in the city.
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Post by Antero Black on Jan 21, 2005 14:25:17 GMT -5
Antero sits up to make himself more comfortable. He continues to talk.
"I've destroyed a lot of things. Houses, banks, malls, government buildings, lives... It is like I created a circle of destruction wherever I went for all these years. And I never noticed that the radius was coming closer and closer to the center. So, through the years I destroyed until I had destroyed everything closest to me. With nothing left, I have come to myself...and have stopped."
Antero is as clear minded as he ever gets. His voice is sad, but forceful. It bears the force of understanding. He stands up and walks to a large window that looks over the city.
"This is where we lived. In the process of destroying I took...the very things that meant the most to me."
He shakes his head.
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Post by Satsujin on Jan 21, 2005 14:33:46 GMT -5
Satsujin looks at his arms and shoulders, now stuck with needle-like feathers. He glances up at Swan annoyed.
"Poison? Please..."
The poison in the feathers starts to seep through the bottom side of his arm like water dripping from a wet rag. With an unexpected motion Satsujin swings his arm around, halfway forming a dark orb in his palm which takes shape just in time to be released toward Swan as she hovered above him.
I need to get some of my power back! I can't keep firing blasts like this for long...
He looks to the building Tensuo had been flung into and sees him emerge from the rubble. He grits his teeth and growls with frustration.
...He is like a rubber ball... Why the hell did I make him that powerful?
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Post by Elijah Debs on Jan 21, 2005 14:34:06 GMT -5
(I thought that I had posted that I teleported you to the battle, but that is fine)
Elijah watches the others fight Satsujin. There is quite a crowd there now. Despite the large numbers, no one seems to be having much success fighting him.
He hopes that Andrew may have some insight on how to defeat Satsujin.
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Post by Antero Black on Jan 21, 2005 14:39:32 GMT -5
Antero turns to Sakari and sticks his hands in his back pockets.
"I should call my mother."
He leaves for the privacy of his bedroom and makes the telephone call. He stays in the room for 20 minutes to a half an hour. When he leaves the room, there is something noticeably different about him, aside from the demonic traits.
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Post by Noe "Ghost" Carlson on Jan 21, 2005 14:40:25 GMT -5
"Nice indeed." Noe closes his eyes and lays next to Violet. He is still and silent for half an hour, then his eyes open. He moves his arm up Violet's arm, a small glassy device appearing in his hand. Carefully, he places it against Violet's skin. A tiny needle pierces her skin and the vaccum pressure from the vial pulls a small amount of blood from the tiny wound. Noe smiles, and wipes the spot with a tiny alcohol wipe. Violet should never notice. The sample safety back on his desk, Noe lays back again and closes his eyes.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 21, 2005 14:47:57 GMT -5
Garret returns to Linnea's apartment and spends some time admiring her newest artwork. He is always impressed by her talent.
"I see you've been busy again, Linnea. But this looks really great. Sorry we don't get to spend more time together, but that meeting went really well. I'm also glad that the art festival idea wasn't scrapped."
He slouchest on her couch and drapes his arm lazily off of the arm rest.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 21, 2005 14:59:56 GMT -5
The prisoners that I have been torturing have been rather boring as of late. Mischa was rescued, which seems to happen an alarminly large amount of times in this place, and the little man disappeared awhile ago too. The most recent subjects have just been boring, every-day sort of folks, not tiny men or people that have killed me. I trek up from the dungeons to check on my good friend Illidan. I knock on his door and wait for him to answer.
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Post by Kaschei on Jan 21, 2005 15:09:59 GMT -5
Kaschei leaves his office to meet Archetype. After Archetype gives him the report on the battle with Peter, Kaschei looks it over and is not disappointed. He stands there motionless reading and rereading what he had already seen through his looking crystal. As he stands, his black robes seem to shift on their own, as if they are made of a thick black smoke.
"You have been doing impressive work and I am sure that with time, you can rematch Peter and defeat the Owl. Bear in mind, I am not a man who gives compliments freely. Of course, since most who work for me are incompetant wastes of flesh, I have little incentive to compliment anyone."
He takes the reports and smirks to himself.
"Inflicting suffering onto another being is my favorite hobby. If only I could get paid to do it. Oh wait...I do. There are so many rebels who beg for pain and so many ways to give them what they want. If you want to cause true injurry to Peter, attack and harm Lena, the young girl whom our spies have seen traveling with him. Red Infinity killed his last girlfriend. If you get the chance, make the girl suffer. But since she may be well protected, you can deal with more important rebels first, such as Blacksmith, who we now know is in the sewers of Capital City and Zero Amerinkanski, who is staying in Helsinki. Attack and captured either of these rebel targets."
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