A Radical Life

[Simona Weil]

I float around Capital City feeling rather lonely. I hesitated to visit my brother's friend Raz and now she is gone. I head down the street and meet a very unusual child. He hardly feels alive. I float by him to see if he can sense me or not.

[Mr. Futsu]

After finally settling into my chair, I am interrupted, a third time, by Julia. Ugh, women... I stand up and clean off the coffee she spilled on me.

"I'm a very busy man, Julia." I say, a little annoyed that my freshly pressed and cleaned white button shirt has a giant coffee stain on it. "That, and you've never asked."

[Cynthia]

"Thank you, Steve." Cynthia responds, and hurriedly leaves the hospital. She heads back to her apartment. "I have to get of here..." She begins to repeat to herself, as soon as she reaches her apartment, she'll be able to escape.

Cynthia reaches the hallway of her building. Her adrenaline level progressively rises as she nears her former place of dwelling. "I'm sorry Steve..." She says out loud, imagining where she could move to. As she gets within visual range of her place, she sees that the door is... Missing..?

Cynthia stands in the doorway, dumbfounded, looking at her apartment, or what's left of it. Coushins are slashed, drawers are turned upside down on the floor. The contents of her life, strewn out in front of her very eyes. A feeling of despair washes over her, then is immediately replaced by panic. She runs into her bedroom, and sees an emptied metal safe, pulled up from a small wooden plank in the ground.

Her life's savings, all she's done, all she's worked for in the past 5 years, gone... All missing. It's all gone. Everything is gone. Cynthia falls to her knees, and covers her face. Her eyes stay fixated on the image before her, almost as though if she were to stare at it for long enough, it would all come back. Or maybe just some of it, she could use a small portion of it to pay off whoever took it, and say that he didn't see anything.

Her hands move from her face to her shoulders, holding herself, now audibly sobbing and whimpering pathetically on her knees.

[Alister Watanabe]

Alister lifts his head slowly, and sees a familiar face before him, strangling the little life that he has left out of him. He instinctually raises his hands up to her wrists, and simply rests them there. She was the one who tried to stop him from escaping with Sayuka.

Alister is too worn out to reply, he instead dangles limply under her grip, his weary eyes meeting her malicious gaze, as if he were saying 'I'm sorry' without actually saying it.

There's a part deep inside of Alister that knows and understands what he has been doing when he transforms, and even though this vampiress works for Red Infinity, he feels genuine guilt for what may have done to her.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

((So is like, everything all fixed and removed? *raises inquisitive eyebrow*))

[TheWyrm]

I have been relatively catatonic since I heard about Simona and Sasha. I hear about where the new house is, and decide to finally move back in with everyone. I let myself into the new anarchist dwelling, and see a seemingly rehabilitated Antero Black, but other than that, not too many other familiar faces. I wonder where Zinn is?

I find an empty room, and set up my stuff. A lap top, a computer monitor, a surge protector, and a 12 pack of wild cherry communist cola.

Now that I have my new monitor hooked up, I can finally get around to playing the recently released Half Life 3!

[Zinn]

((OK, I apologize, but I am moving Mischa, because I want to get back to the anarchists.))

Zinn removes Mischa's stitches.

"OK, you should be all healed up in about a day or two, probably less because of this accellerated healing."

Afterwards, Zinn goes over to Oneiroi.

"I understand that you have to care for Freak Boy, but would you please come stay with us for a while? We just got a new house in the south of France. It's quite lovely, and we have a few spare rooms."

[Elisabeth "BB" Wolfe]

"I think asking for the release of a religious rebel would be good. Someone peaceful. Don't worry Eliza. I'm not going to spit in Lady Violet's face or anything like that. I'm not that bad."

BB punches in the code for Beijing. They arrive about two blocks from international HQ.

[Dr. Andrea Murdock]

Dr. Murdock reads the purge list over her half moon glasses, and a half smile creeps onto her face. She loves purges. Purges are like a nice shower for the party. Or a bubble bath.

She makes her own recommendations for the purge list. Curiously, she leaves Huey off of it.

As she skims down the list, a few names stand out.

She leaves a message at the Ministry of Terror.

Do not send anyone for the political criminal Ai An Fei. I will take care of her myself.

[Oneiroi]

"I would be happy to help the anarchists," I say. "I just need to leave a list with Bassarov about what Freak Boy should and should not be doing. If possible, I want him transfered to some nice, out-of-the-way place, maybe take a vacation in Australia or something. This stress is wreaking havoc upon his mental stability."

I write the list of instructions, and turn to Zinn.

"We may leave whenever you are ready."

[Kaitalish]

I emerge from the brush behind Grigory.

"Good day to you, Mr. Rasputin. I see that you, too, have answered the call."

[ZinnGuest]

((I am going to be gone for the weekend, skiing with the Jew crew. Feel free to move Zinn Oneiroi.))

[Sephos]

Somehow, I am not sure that I want either of these people to take me as their "prey", but I have a feeling that I would rather take my chances with the she elf than the axe-toting crazy man. I cautiously stand behind her as she tries to protect me, even though I know that she is only protecting me so that the league of the godless can capture me and torture me. All in all, there don't seem like there are many good options.

I take the few moments that these two stare eachother down to reload my gun with the ammo I have in my pocket... best to be as prepared as possible, even if bullets don't really seem to work on anyone anymore.

I also take these moments to ponder my position. It isn't as though I want to be any part angel. I hate the fact that it even resides in me. My father, the angel, was a bastard that raped my mother. I have no joy in my heritage, and yet, it is for his wrong doings that I am now being punished. This hardly seems fair.

I hope the crazy cess-pool man goes away.

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy wakes up in the Ministry of Terror with a throbbing headache. He groans and reaches into his pocket, only to find - GASP! His donut is gone!

"Throwing me in the Ministry of Terror, fine. Putting a gun to my head, fine... but taking a man's donut... that's just... Eeeeeevil." Freak Boy said, sitting up and wrapping his arms around himself.

[Kaieka]

I look into his eyes, which are now not firey and insane, but placid and pleading. They look frightened and timid and weak. I smile.

"What's the matter, Red? Where's all the fire and fury?"

I remove my nails from his skin, leaving small bloody holes, and grab ahold of his face, drawing it toward my own.

"Am I to pity you? Do you think that a pleading look will call down my mercy?"

I ask, my face blank, my voice sweet.


"I suppose I could let bygones be bygones. I could forgive you for breaking into my territory and almost killing the only friend that I have... But these..."

I open up the black robe that I had gotten off of Kaschei's door to expose scars across my chest and abdomen.

"... will simply not do."

I re-tie the robe and step away from him, beginning to pace around the cell.

"What should I do to the foul creature that not only threatened my life but also marred the perfection of my body? I am sure that the recompense should be steep.

Oh, I know, the scars will heal, or I can get them taken care of, but in the mean time..."