The Nihilist's Momentos

["Zero" Americanski]

I sigh. "Well I guess you're right, but I'm not like Linnea. For me this is just a hobby. One I want to apply to the Movement, but I don't really understand socialisim."

[Mr. Futsu]

"Don't worry Fen, Red Infinity takes care of its operatives." I respond informally. "You would have your own room, right next door to Iris. We also understand that you have a life outside of the party, so little Kolya can live with you as well. Your room and board will be paid for, however other than that, this position doesn't pay much. Are you okay with that?" I ask, in an as genuinely concerned voice as I can muster.

[Ezra Weil]

"There are many other religious rebels in the world that you can fight and torture. I am not being unreasonable. I will report to the Ministry of Terror or League of the Godless in a few days. I will go freely without a fight. You have my word. Now leave." He replies sternly, but calmly.

He turns to Raz since he is not sure how to deal with this intruder.

[Freak Boy]

"One moment, I'll be right back." Freak Boy says, running out of the room and coming back with a book entitled: "Russian Revolutionary Art"

"I think this may be of some help, Zero."

[Sophia]

I sit in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.

"Well... I'm not sure why you felt obligated to tell me this, Soren... I know you don't believe in anything, so that's alright if you don't love me..." I say, a little disappointed.

[Fenitchka]

"That is fine, with everything paid for, I have little need for much spending money." I reply cheerfully. "You are a very kind and good man. I thank you so much. If you need anything I will gladly serve and help you as well. I know it must be so hard to be really important at Red Infinity. Wow, I bet you know Lady Violet and Lin-Sat. Do you think if I work hard I could meet them someday?"

[Cynthia]

"Thank you Steve, but I can take care of myself. Really." She says, undoing all of the heart monitors, and getting herself dressed. "Please, don't argue with me, meet me at the feminist's in a few hours." Cynthia states calmly, but sternly. She begins to head out the door.

["Zero" Americanski]

I shake my head. "Valodya has already explained it to me, it just doesn't make sense to me. Probaly because of how I was raised." I state.

(sorry if my posts are a bit slow and/or lame, but I am really tired and don't feel that good. I'm just on because I can't take naps)

[Soren]

"A lot of girls might get..you know, confused about me. They might think the wrong thing. So I just wanted to make sure that your feelings didn't get hurt or anything." Soren says with a wavering voice. He can't look at her. Instead he looks at the kampa.

"This is the kampa. I was the one who had it...when it turned into a sword. I was...important there." He still looks at the comb

"I want you to have this. I won't be around much any more.."

He feels a deep hurt inside. He shakes his head and bites his lip.

"I mean...just take it. It's just a dumb comb. You have longer hair than I have so it is more useful to you than to me. So you can have my dumb comb."

He opens her hand and puts the comb in it.

"That's it then. I should go back to Copenhagen."

He stands up and doesn't face face her. With his back to her he waits for her to say something to him. He wants her to reach out to him and kiss him again, but he knows that if she does it would only be the start of some internal breaking down.

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy rolls his eyes.

"I'm aware I'm not going to be able to simply convert you to Socialism - that'd be like expecting me to sign up and join the Nazis." he said cynically. "I'm just introducing you to styles that are traditional of revolutionary art - maybe get you some inspiration."

Freak Boy opened the page to a mural that was painted shortly after Leon Trotsky's death. Trotsky and the 2nd Internationale.

"I made a sketch like this in high school, but I made this guy here look like Bassarov." Freak Boy said, gesturing to one of the men holding up the flag.

He turns another page to Lenin getting off a train and being greeted by the Bolsheviks with great enthusiasm. The Bolsheviks have guns and ammo belts, as well as a band that's there to greet Lenin.

"See? Stuff like this was all traditional of Russian Revolutionary Art."

[Hedeon]

"This is not up for discussion." Hedeon replies, his shadow sword appearing in his hand. He lunges towards Ezra's shoulder.

Someone... Familiar...

Hedeon pauses for a moment. "Shhh..." He says, almost as though he were talking to Ezra.

["Zero" Americanski]

"Okay, I'll look through it." I say. I set the book aside for the moment. "Most of what I draw is pictures of people close to me, I'm not terribly creative."

[Ezra Weil]

The shadow blade hits Ezra in the shoulder and knocks him out of his seat. He falls on his back but swears he heard a voice familiar to him. He rummages through the recesses of his mind, through the people he knows, or knew, to match it up to the voice. That voice...

"Sasha Kropotkin..."
He whispers.

"That voice...I heard his voice..."

Ezra only met Sasha on a few occassions and those few times resulted in debate or argument. He was never on friendly terms with Simona's anarchist lover.

[Freak Boy]

"Oh, there's a little creativity in us all... we just need to tap into it." Freak Boy said, sounding semi-philosophical.

"Besides, something tells me a portrait of Bassarov from your viewpoint would be perfect revolutionary art." he added with a smile.

[Sophia]

I stand up, and put my hand on his shoulder, turning him around. "Please, just stay here tonight, Soren." I say, resting my hands on his sides. "Just... For one night, pretend you're not a nihilist and pretend that you love me." I say, looking down at his chest.