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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 26, 2005 22:19:44 GMT -5
Seeing the map in my mind and being spoken to in German reawakens ancient memories that I forgot that I'd even had. "Ja, Herr Fu... Herr Von Kraus." I say as I follow the map, soon arriving in a dark room.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 22:21:30 GMT -5
"I know that, I'm just saying, under normal circumstances if I see a Nazi, I turn and run. But Red Infinity is so opressive, they have made me feel and pity the woman who supported an organization which killed my some-odd great grandfather, grandmother and uncle on my mothers side! DO YOU GET THIS?!!" he asked, seeming to be on the verge of an anxiety attack.
He rushed over and took Bassarov by the shoulders, looking at him. "I'm pitying a member of a political group - TWO political groups that are responsible for mass genocide!! What the hell is wrong with me?!!"
It seemed like Freak Boy needed a slap in the face to bing him back to the real world...
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Post by Irvine Kinneas on Jan 26, 2005 22:21:36 GMT -5
Since I have no idea where the anarchists are, I decide to wander around the world. Maybe I'll meet up with some anarchists and they can tell me where the other anarchists are. Not knowing where to start I just walk around. After a short time, I come across a cat who I seem to remember from some place.
" Cigar? Toss it in a can. It is so tragic. " I say to see if it is the cat I think it is.
( To CheapParadox )
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 26, 2005 22:22:15 GMT -5
"Freak Boy, I may not be a political theorist, but I am familiar with old adages like the Pen is mightier than the Sword..." I draw my katana. "With this I could kill many of the people responsible, but eventually I'd be killed and it wouldn't accomplish anything because some immortal would just sieze power as soon as the current powerholders were dead. But if you can turn enough people against the Powers than you can overthrow those powers."
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Post by Professsor Doctor von Kraus on Jan 26, 2005 22:25:15 GMT -5
Herman looks at Erika and smiles. Only his eyes are visible in the dark room, as well as that smile.
"You haven't aged a day... I wish I could say the same. I was in my early twenties when I first met you. Oh, but I'm being rude. Allow me to introduce myself." he blinks and the lights go on, revealing the head in a jar.
"Professor Doktor Herman von Kraus." he said, his head bowing thanks to the cables and metallic neck of his.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 26, 2005 22:26:47 GMT -5
"You really need to calm down. I feel for her as well, even if she is a Nazi. WW2 was a long time ago and I really have no clue how many Russians died, maybe 20 million. I don't remember the number. We are all human...so it is good that you care about her."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 26, 2005 22:29:19 GMT -5
My eyes widen. Despite the lack of a body and the swastika tattooed on his forehead the man is unmistakable. He is one of the last things I saw. "H... How..."
(OOC Erika was ten years old in 1937 when she was turned into Zwei)
(g2g to work, cya tommorow)
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Post by Professsor Doctor von Kraus on Jan 26, 2005 22:34:07 GMT -5
"Ah! You recognize me, even with my wrinkled face! Oh you don't know how good that makes me feel! Oh, yes, perhaps an explination is in order..." von Kraus said. As he said this, a plasma screen popped out of the floor displaying video footage of Herman in a lab in Nazi Germany.
"I was working on a project for the Fuhrer, one of his crazy doomsday plans. Despite my doubts, I dare not speak against the word of Hitler... so, there I am. A normal day - Thursday I believe... Ok, here is where things go wrong, frauline."
On the screen, Herman pulls down a lever and a strange looking machine begins powering up. Electricity surges into it, but the power coils seem to be getting far too dangerous. Despite Herman's efforts, he can't shut it down and it explodes. A finger hits the camera, among other debris.
"I assure you, child, that is very painful..."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 22:37:46 GMT -5
Freak Boy lets go of Bassarov and begins pacing again, moving his hands as he speaks.
"No, no it's not good! I'm compromising my moral beliefs and my very code of ethics! What makes a person who they are - their roots-BAH! No, it is their actions! Therefore, if I contradict my beliefs through actions that are contrary to them, do I stop being Freak Boy? Who am I? I could be Bob for all I know now!" Freak Boy says extatically, pacing faster now. Yep... he's defanitely having an anxiety attack.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 26, 2005 22:40:36 GMT -5
"No, it is not like that at all. There is one belief that a person needs to have. That is the belief that life has value. It is at the very core of everything I believe. Ideologies are useless if they are not centered around protecting and advancing human life. I think that having feelings for Erika's position is both human and socialist."
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 26, 2005 22:40:54 GMT -5
Karina laughs loudly and snatches the vodlka bottle out of Frank's hand. She tips her head back and starts drinking it like water. Almost half the bottle is gone when she stops, burps and laughs at that too. You know, when you turned you back when I was getting undressed... I thought you were gay! She laughs more but loses her balance and falls into the arm chair. Ooops! *laugh* Did I do that? She takes a drag from her almost gone blunt and exhales on a laugh.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 22:44:26 GMT -5
"Yes, but once again, the Nazis are far from our political allies. You said yourself we shouldn't deal with Capitalists - why go to the extremist side of the Imperialistic Capitalist pigheads and side with Nazis?! What am I doing, I've gone against both my moral code and my upbringing!!" Freak Boy is now so extatic, he trips on the rug and turns while falling, landing on the couch, but just barely.
"Marx, I need a drink..." he said with a groan.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 26, 2005 22:46:20 GMT -5
"I do believe you did." Frank says, laughing as well. He snatches the vodka back and begins doing the same thing. "d**n, you can smoke and drink? Where were you three years ago?" he asked laughing.
"Oh, and for the record... I am NOT gay. Just not a peeping tom." he said before laughing again.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 26, 2005 22:49:46 GMT -5
"All life has value. I do not promote killing capitalists. Only because they stood in the way of the will of the masses were they killed, but, killing them is not an every day thing. Those who surrendered to the will of the people were spared. Which is why there are some alive today and why they had a small stipend of their wealth to live off of. I'm not about to involve Erika in any of my political decisions or activities. And, if revolution came and she stood against the liberation of the people, then I would put the lives of the many before her own life. But in the present situation, I see nothing wrong with helping a disempowered nazi who had nothing to with the past crimes of the nazis..."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 22:51:34 GMT -5
"Well then I guess I'm just against helping the vessel of Zwei... Zwei actually attacked me." Freak Boy said, displaying his melted shoe soles to Bassarov. "It was a short fight, but Zwei set my coat on fire."
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- My Cat Silent Scope.
