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Post by Zinn on Jan 24, 2005 20:32:37 GMT -5
Zinn crosses her arms and stares at the exchange with what could almost be considered a bitter expression.
Don't take it personally Sakari. It's the persecution complex. After all, everyone is always out to get the Jews.
Her mental voice is tinged with sarcasm.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 24, 2005 20:35:06 GMT -5
I double-check the address. This seems to be the place. Walking up to the door of the rebel base, I knock smartly on the door twice in rapid succession.
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Post by Set on Jan 24, 2005 20:35:39 GMT -5
"Damascus." I say, resting my hand on his back. "You underestimate your importance to Red Infinity and Lady Violet. I have been busy with assignments from Lin Sat, so I have not been able to see her much either. Lady Violet cares about you very much, as I'm sure Hikari does."
I take my hand off of his back.
"Lady Violet is very busy, and forgets about some things if you don't remind her, including the will of her operatives. Please do not take it personally."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 24, 2005 20:36:25 GMT -5
"Sure, pour me some tea, chum." Bassarov replies. He has a harder time mocking the accent since his ears are not as atuned to the accents within the English language.
(I don't think anyone is at the base right now, you might try Mischa's apartment.)
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Post by Huey P. Newton on Jan 24, 2005 20:36:45 GMT -5
Huey said bye to Violet before heading back to the Ministry of Defense. After filing some paperwork there, he decided to look for Kith. Kith was, according to the records, very well liked and pretty popular among RI employees. Huey figures he'd be a good place to start.
He puts on his coat and a warm cap. It's snowing outside. Huey leaves the Ministry of Defense and heads to the nearest teleportation booth, teleporting a block or two down from the Ministry of Terror and heading in as quick as he could.
The cold never did suit Huey all that well...
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Jan 24, 2005 20:38:02 GMT -5
Sakari smiles and nods towards Zinn, and thinks to himself.
Quite alright. I don't take anything personally. I just don't believe that Raz and I will make good friends after this is over.
Although I can't speak telepathically, perhaps she can read my thoughts.
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Post by Damascus on Jan 24, 2005 20:38:55 GMT -5
"I take everything personally, Set." Damascus said, looking at the other dragon. "I thought you would've guessed that by now." He laughed drily. "And I doubt Hikari even knows who I am besides another operative." He smiled sadly, though. "And for some reason that makes me feel pretty bad."
"I miss Rayven. I miss others of my color, and I miss everything that I once had, Set." He said, laying his forehead on the table and crossing his arms on his thighs. "I hate having seen so much pity for me everywhere, and I hate it even more coming from you and Violet. I've heard it in your voices', and it makes me feel worse. Not to say it makes me sadder. It makes me feel angry, that people would think me so weak." He sighed again, deeper this time. "I need some time alone, for now."
He stood, making for the door. He didn't look bakc to Set, but still said, "Its been great talking with you, Set. I'll come over again when I've had my fill of time alone." And with that, he walked out the door, went to his room in the guest house, and fell onto the bed, hands over his eyes. All the windows were closed, the door was locked, and he cherished the silence. Sometimes, nothingness was his favorite thing in the world.
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Post by Despair on Jan 24, 2005 20:40:24 GMT -5
"I had almost forgotten." Despair responds.
"Since Iris is not here, I am going to see if there is any work for me to be done at any of the Ministries. Have a good day, Erika. I will see you soon."
Despair leaves and reports to the Ministry of Terror. This is not his primary place of employment, but, a place that is always in need of help.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 24, 2005 20:41:12 GMT -5
"I could go for some tea." Freak Boy says, standing in the doorframe of the spare room he was staying in. He looked weak, but who wouldn't after spending three days in bed with no food or water? The fact he was 4'11" didn't make him seem any stronger either.
Normally he didn't drink tea, not his thing. He grew up on iced tea. However, some hot tea would be good for him after his ordeal. Especially with his throat in the shape it's in-cold would only further hurt his throat.
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Post by Kaschei on Jan 24, 2005 20:43:32 GMT -5
Kaschei goes down to the dungeons and brings Kaieka and Illidan up to his room where they can rest and heal. He places them each in a soft bed and heals their wounds. Once he is done, he leaves quickly because he doesn't want them to get the impression that he actually cares.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 24, 2005 20:45:55 GMT -5
Bassarov gets some tea for Freakboy, and everyone sits together in the kitchen. Bassarov feels a little cooped up and frustrated today. He can not put a finger on why this is. Maybe he feels he is not a good socialist and that he wastes too much of his time on leisure. He shakes his head.
"How are you feeling?"
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 24, 2005 20:45:59 GMT -5
"Yes, I'll see you soon." I echo. As soon as he is gone I walk listlessly to the nearest teleport booth and go to Helsinki. I let myself into Zero's apartment and once again switch my uniform blouse for the one with the Nazi insignia on it, since I want nothing to do with Red Infinity anymore. The only thing keeping me from outright leaving them is the fact that both of my children work for them...
'I knock on Mischa's apartment door. Perhaps there's a way I can help the rebels I love and still be considered a member of Red Infinity... Perhaps that Russian named Bassarov can help me with that...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 24, 2005 20:47:25 GMT -5
Bassarov hears a knock at the door and lets Erika into his apartment. "Good to see you. I wanted to talk to you today about Iris actually. Come in and take a seat."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 24, 2005 20:49:38 GMT -5
"I'm feeling better. My head doesn't feel like it weighs 20lbs anymore." he says with a smirk, proving that although he's still pretty sick, he's still Freak Boy. He quirks a brow as there is a knock at the door.
"Hey, Erika. Hows it goin?" he asks in a weak voice. To Erika, it would be obvious Freak Boy just got over something very stressful.
As if the fact that his voice was weak, scratchy and depressed in addition to his looking ahnorexically skinny with dark circles under his red bloodshot eyes wasn't enough, she could sense his heartrate, which was several beats above average.
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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 24, 2005 20:50:14 GMT -5
"The more we reveal while in this alliance, the harder it will be to get out, and getting out is inevitable. I was opposed to this entire charade in the first place, and it has served its purpose. Violet's blood is of little value, and is aquired at a cheaper price than an organization that has worked for thousands of years. Have you forgotten what is sacred? They are godless, outsider Communists. The fact that you dirtied yourself with that demon disgusts me. You misinterpret jealously with concern for the future and morality. I suppose I should inform you that I plan on calling a meeting of the council of things do not change quickly. You and I both know that I am not your enemy on the council. Think of how they will react when they learn that we are hemmoraging intellegence? The Little Sister project is irrelevant to our goals. As we speak, two entire ministries, of war and defence, have entire sections dedicated solely to our little group," Mary responds dryly. Any gentle disposition or fondness she seemed to have for Noe seems to have evaporated.
"I would kill you rather than allow you to destroy this organization. So would the others. Remember that. Personal fondness pales in comparison to LIF."
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