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Post by Valkoinen Joki on Jan 23, 2005 21:30:44 GMT -5
I glance at her as I lift my dragonic head. "...all of the nymphs I have met or have heard about are sex crazed and all.... the most I can see of you is the flirting.... most nymphs seems to skip that part"
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 23, 2005 21:31:04 GMT -5
"Morning," says Peter over a cup of hot tea. His hair is hanging across his face and he still looks half asleep. "How'd you sleep?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 23, 2005 21:32:27 GMT -5
I nod in agreement. Despite my newly discovered talent at drawing I still don;t find visual art all that appealing, but Linnea's paintings are amazing.
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Post by Nova Kollontai on Jan 23, 2005 21:33:54 GMT -5
"So all I have to do is just recite this with the others?" I am a little confused since I have never done anything like this before.
I stand next to the other anarchists. The only reason I am not complaining is because I want to see that Antero gets help, and, this Jewish militant woman is hot. I don't want to piss her off.
I awkwardly start saying the prayer or whatever it is with the other anarchists.
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Mary Warren
Senior Member
LIF Council Member
"From what's I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire."
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Post by Mary Warren on Jan 23, 2005 21:36:21 GMT -5
"I am refering to your activities for the past two months. Showing off prototype technology to our enemies, offering assistance to anarchists and communists, sharing our economic information, sleeping with that demonic pregnant dog of a party leader... You either have an extremely devious plan up your sleeve, or you are trying to destroy us," Mary says evenly. Her eyes burn with a figurative cold fire.
"I demand that you explain yourself, or I will bring you before the council on charges of treason. It would hurt me to do so Noe. Really, it would. But I will not have you drive a thousand years of hard work, covert operations, and planning into the ground."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 21:36:46 GMT -5
"Maybe we should head back. Linnea, you are Zero were close to Sayuka. Maybe you both can help her out. She has some wounds which should be healed. I would try to help her, but she doesn't trust me." Bassarov suggests.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 23, 2005 21:39:31 GMT -5
"You're right, we should be attending to her injuries... Mischa, it was nice talking to you, we'll have to do this again sometime." I say as I stand up. I quickly down the last of my first sandwich and pick up the second. "I'm ready when you are."
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Post by Sophia on Jan 23, 2005 21:40:03 GMT -5
Sophia feels shy and stands behind Zinn and the other anarchists. She murmers the prayers and waits for further instruction.
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Post by Lena on Jan 23, 2005 21:40:39 GMT -5
Lena can't help but laugh slightly at his appearance. He looked funny, but also cute. She'd never seen him look so.. unkept. "I slept fine, considering Lana kept kicking me all night." She says with a light smile and another laugh. "I'm kidding, she used to kick in her sleep through. How about you?" She was in a happy mood for what felt like the first time in days.
She brushes her hair behind her shoulder again, another reason she always kept it tied back, was because it would fall into her face and such. Quite an annoyance at times.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 21:42:37 GMT -5
Bassarov leads everyone back to the apartment.
"When I left Sayuka she was sleeping. Since she was up and her wounds were closed, I assume she is doing better. However, her wounds need to be cleaned and healed."
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Post by Raz Nili Ze'ev on Jan 23, 2005 21:43:39 GMT -5
Raz is greatful for the paticipation, and amazed that she actually got everyone to sing along. A miracle from God I suppose, she thinks wryly, before focusing at the task at hand. After they all chant the psalm three times, Raz reaches down and picks up the shofar, which is a ceremonial horn made from the actual horn of a ram. Raz brings the shofar to her lips, which are hidden under the prayer shawl, and lets out a rythmic series of earsplittingly loud notes on it.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 23, 2005 21:45:48 GMT -5
"I will take care of it. As I said what she needs most is emotional support, and I don't know if I could handle that." I have helped Bassarov deal with bad feelings before, but that's a different story...
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Post by Sophia on Jan 23, 2005 21:46:30 GMT -5
Sophia's sensitive elven ears can not stand the horn. She covers them up and grimaces.
She doesn't let the noise stop her from saying the psalm since she thinks that's what she's supposed to do.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 21:49:15 GMT -5
"I am sure that you and Linnea will be more help than I can be in this situation. As for me, I have to head to the school where I am teaching. I've missed too much work this week and need to put more effort into this side job of mine. I will see everyone later."
Bassarov leaves the apartment and boards the train to the rural community where he teaches.
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Post by Tristen on Jan 23, 2005 21:49:53 GMT -5
Tristen walked down the streets of the city and sighed with depression. "Darn it...." He groaned and curled his hands into fists. "Why..Am..I..So..WEAK?!" He shouted as he slammed his fist into a brick wall. He took his hand away from the now, cracked wall.. the cuts and bruises on his hand bled rapidly.
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