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Post by Lady Violet on Jan 24, 2005 20:50:36 GMT -5
I send a message to Erika requesting that she be transferred to the Ministry of Technology. I send it over email rather than by telepathy, and hope that she will check it sometime later today.
With that done, I get back to my work and think of Huey. I hope he finds someone within Red Infinity who he can relate to.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 24, 2005 20:50:43 GMT -5
Since there is no response, I assume that nobody is there. I look over the list and decide to head to the residence of Mischa, one of more active rebels. If he is not home, I will go to the home of Bassarov himself. Moving swiftly through the streets, I knock upon the door.
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Post by Lena on Jan 24, 2005 20:50:54 GMT -5
Lena smiles and nods before Peter walks back to his room. She takes another sip of her tea before placing it on the counter and walking to her room. She forces Lana out of bed so she could make the bed. Once she's done with that, she walks back to the kitchen and begins to wash or clean anything that needed it.
There wasn't much else to do with what seemed like no one around. Lana was mad at her for waking her up, so she wouldn't even bother trying to talk to her. Anyway, Lena found the silence a bit comforting for the moment, like she had when she was walking.
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Post by Valkoinen Joki on Jan 24, 2005 20:51:43 GMT -5
I finish the eggs and leave them on the burner which was still on low. I sigh ad walk out into the livingroom and look at her door. I turn and walk out into the streets of helsinki,
I close my eyes and let my mind guide me, while trying not to think of anything,... or rather anyone
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 24, 2005 20:54:18 GMT -5
There is yet another knock at the door. Bassarov goes to the door and sees a well dressed stranger. He lets the young man into his apartment without any thought of who he might be.
"Who are you and what can I do for you?"
Bassarov is used to having strangers come to visit. They come because they want to join the rebels.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 24, 2005 20:55:07 GMT -5
"And I want to talk to you about a personal matter later. What is it about Iris?" I ask him as I sit down. I can tell he is glaring at the swastikas on my uniform, but even though I know what that symbol means to most people I still prefer it over the gold mobeus of Red Infinity,
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 24, 2005 20:59:06 GMT -5
Freak Boy drinks his tea and frowns. Not so much as a 'hello'... hmmph. Even Lady Violet came to take Iris, she at least said 'hello' and 'goodbye'. He winces as the hot liquid hits his throat, which is dry and pained by any contact.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 24, 2005 20:59:53 GMT -5
"Freakboy has some feeling for her. Maybe you could talk to her and ask her how she feels about him."
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 24, 2005 21:01:24 GMT -5
"Good day," I say as I enter the room. "My name is Tan Tran, but I am known by most as Oneiroi, named for the children of the Greek God Hypnos who governed dreams. I am a psychologist and a telepath sent by Eternal Light. As I understand it, many of the rebels have evidenced signs of mental instability, and I am here to help those who might be suffering from any number of pychosis."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 24, 2005 21:01:34 GMT -5
"Smoothe, Bassarov. REAL smoothe." Freak Boy says sarcastically. He moves his arm to smack Bassarov's shoulder, but only ends up hurting his hand he's so weak right now.
Freak Boy looks at the psychologist with distrust. He never liked doctors... don't know why.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 24, 2005 21:03:56 GMT -5
I feel a twinge in my stomach. Yes I remember what Freak Boy was trying to do, and how much it bothered me at the time... But now compared to Iris serving her life away... "I'll talk to her the next time I see her. I aplan on staying here for awhile, and I would like a perminant home. One where I can live the way I know how to live." And by this I mean I want to live the way I was raised, in a small house without electricity in the late 1930s.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 24, 2005 21:06:19 GMT -5
"I was gonna look for a place to stay later today, Erika. Maybe we could look together." Freak Boy suggests, shaking his hand to try and rid it of the pain.
"d**n Bassarov, what're you made of - rocks?"
(Zero: I fixed your post)
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 24, 2005 21:06:19 GMT -5
"I was gonna look for a place to stay later today, Erika. Maybe we could look together." Freak Boy suggests, shaking his hand to try and rid it of the pain.
"d**n Bassarov, what're you made of - rocks?"
(Zero: I fixed your post)
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 24, 2005 21:07:48 GMT -5
somehow when I modded my post yours got changed, Freakboy, sorry.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 24, 2005 21:09:27 GMT -5
"Precisely, Mr. Bassarov. That is why I am here. Because the rebels have little access to a skilled psychologist, I am willing to offer my services to aid your organization. While I want nothing more than to help people, I believe helping those who have no access to the care I can provide is the best way that I can be of service."
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