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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 1:45:57 GMT -5
"She too seems to like Freak Boy, whether or not it's love we don't know. Not my department. You might want to talk to Love about that when we get to the base. Hold up - there's a Synapse Hopper a few feet from here. We can risk getting out of the trench to try and get to it... on three. One... Two.... THREE!" Kindness shouts.
Kindness runs towards the Synapse Hopper, basically an armored jeep, and pulls out the corpse of the driver, waiting for Oneiroi to show up.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 1:47:38 GMT -5
I jump into the Synapse Hopper as well.
"What else has contributed to Insanity's rise to power?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 1:49:48 GMT -5
"Oh - where to I begin? There's Julia, the A.S.S., Fenitchka, the deaty of his parents, the four years of recluse and hiding, the list goes on and on." Kindness says, putting the petal to the metal and doing his best to avoid bullets.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 1:52:21 GMT -5
I erect a barrier around us by warping the weave of the mindscape in a ten-foot radius.
"Quite a bit. Are the forms of insanity always together and aligned, or do they fight amongst themselves?"
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Post by Lady Violet on Jan 25, 2005 1:53:46 GMT -5
I spend most of the afternoon writing down the specifics of the Secret Garden Project and my plans for the Secret Gardener, the operator of that project. My mind is clear and hardly wanders at all. I take a short break for some coffee, and am generally pleased with my ideas for the bontanical mechas.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 1:55:43 GMT -5
"They ocasionally fight amongst themselves. It just depends. For instance, Love keeps switching sides and promoting peace, but Insanity doesn't seem to want to listen.
"Also, Hostility, Hate and Agression seem to fight alot. Ocasionally Bigotry joins in too, but those are the three main ones." Kindness said, hitting the breaks and screeching to a hault outside a building with a large American flag on it.
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Post by Zhuge Liang on Jan 25, 2005 1:56:29 GMT -5
Once again, I seem to have lost my way. I wend my way through the office, looking for someone or something familiar.
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Post by Julia on Jan 25, 2005 1:57:13 GMT -5
Normally I wouldn't pay the rebels a visit so soon, but, sitting in a cafe, watching the apartment, I saw a nice looking young stranger enter Mischa's apartment. From where I sit, I send him a telepathic message.
Who are you...why are you with the rebels....you're a telepath too...
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 1:57:25 GMT -5
"While the size of Hostility, Hate, and Aggression concerns me, I can take care of that later. Right now I need a way to defeat or at least weaken the Insanity."
My eyes flash as I receive a telepathic message from Julia.
It is rude to ask a name without offering one of your own.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 2:00:18 GMT -5
Kindness laughs. "Good luck with that, we've been trying since Freak Boy was eight and Insanity only seems to weaken slightly, if at all, before becoming the dominant army for a while. Generally speaking we're normally pretty even split, but since Iris came along they've gotten the edge."
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 2:00:54 GMT -5
"I have an advantage you do not. I can extract the insanity, bringing it into the real world and destroying it."
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Post by Julia on Jan 25, 2005 2:01:33 GMT -5
My name is Julia. I'm in a cafe across the street.
I look up at the apartment window. If they look out they might be able to see me through the cafe window.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 25, 2005 2:02:43 GMT -5
"Somehow I feel bringing Agression, Hostility and Hate into the real world is just asking for trouble." Kindness says, stepping out of the Synapse Hopper and into the building.
"Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the Army of Sanity."
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 25, 2005 2:03:10 GMT -5
Julia... I have heard of you before, but I do not recall where.
I turn to Kindness.
"I have been contacted by the one named Julia. What do you know of her? She's right outside, in a cafe." I say, following Kindness.
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Post by Joukahainen on Jan 25, 2005 2:05:57 GMT -5
The more we add to the snowman, the more lifelike it becomes, if it were possible to call a lump of snow as such.
"Now... He needs arms and a name..." I say, finding the perfect shaped stick for an arm. I stick it into his left socket. His scrawny arm has three angry claw like fingers, as though he would crush your skull if he had any muscle in his arm.
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