Enemies of the People

[Valkoinen Joki]

I glance at her. "I thought you had telepathy?"

[Krupskaya]

"I can talk to people mentally, but I can not read minds. My telepathy is only for communication reasons."

"I had a fun time working and watching the movie. You are a good friend."

I smile and go to my room to get some sleep.

[Rolf Wagner]

Wagner sips at his coffee, seated outside at a small cafe in Helsinki.

The Director had ordered him off duty for several hours so Wagner had decided to see the 'rebel city' for himself. Perhaps he would be lucky and have a chance to observe the enemy on their own terran.

But for now, this was acceptable.

[Nova Kollontai]

I feel like I am starting to fit in with the feminists, but, I am an anarchist and sometimes a socialist. I also don't want to cause them any trouble right now.

I leave a note on the table to the feminists. It reads as follows:

"Dear feminists,
I am going to be staying with the anarchists a while. It was nice to hang out. I'll be back, but I don't want to put you in any danger. I am an anarchist and if I stay at your place Red Infinity might think you are more radical than you are.

See you soon,
Anatonova"

I was a woman when I wrote the letter, so I figured that I could sign my full name. I don't mind revealing a little about myself to them. I actually trust them.

I teleport to the anarchist house in France and sit in the living room. Everyone seems busy so I don't bother anyone.

[Dariya Pisarev]

I find myself back in Copenhagen. Maybe I will visit Soren. I don't like Soren, but then again, I really don't like anyone. I don't even like Copenhagen, but I do like the cute guys on bicycles. This city seems to have an abudance of attractive Danish men.

I sit on a park bench and watch the people pass by. I watch the guys on bicycles and postpone my visit to Soren.

Soren. I think that name fits him. It sounds like "sore" and he always seems sore about something.

I wonder if there are cheerful nihilists. When you are always picking the world apart and seeing the wrong in people's beliefs, it is easy to be negative.

"I should be happy. There is a bliss in being free from religion, romance, and ideals. But the life of a nihilist is a lonely liberation. So many fools in this world. Their minds are rotten and maggoty from the lies they believe."

[Hera]

My previous life has become a shadow. It follows behind me but is dark and flat. I am not the woman that I was. I have no love in this heart of mine.
I have no hopes or dreams.

I am empty and diseased. But I know the end of the world is coming and that is why I must serve him and the cult. He will try to disrupt the order of things. People will abandon their empty religions and fall before him.

That is what I want. I want to be at his side. I want to be a leader in his new religion. The religion of power.

I take a teleporter to Paris and go to the catacombs.

"No one is here? Where are the Bloodspeakers?"

[Moira]

I don't do much work after taking Sephos in. Maybe I actually felt for her. That is something new for me. It is easy to attack the religious or the pure blooded immortals, but she, she was an atheist. She was a half angel, the product of rape. I am a half elf for the same reasons.

How can I go around attacking people that are...just like me? I can see attacking the others. The others are the enemy. But she, she could have been a friend. She seemed like me. She had a low voice. She carried herself like a man.

If I let her out of there, I will be purged, but I can't just let bad things happen to her. No, I have to stay firm.I am not a doubter. Of all the things I am, I have never been disloyal.

I will talk to Fascia, maybe she knows what to do.

I walk to her house and enter. She is there with baby Illidan. Kakashi doesn't appear to be at home. I sit on her sofa, and wonder what I would say...or, if I said something if she would see me as weak. I don't know.

"Fascia, hey, how's it going? I just stopped by to talk."

[Serena]

I return to A.S.S HQ in Capital City with a few prisoners I captured by posing as a prostitute. When I return, I immediately notice the strained atmosphere in the building.

People pass me but don't make eye contact. Everyone speaks in hushed tones. It's the purge. It hits like the Plague. People disappear, gone forever. Friends, family, co-workers, vanished into night and fog.

Olga Morozov was purged. This is what's behind the hushed tone at A.S.S. HQ. Everyone wonders what will happen now. Rumors say that Roland will be the new head.

I wonder how things will be different. I doubt it matters much as long as I get my job done.

I throw the prisoners into cells and go to the employee lounge for some coffee.

[Roland the Black Hearted]

Roland hums to himself as he walks down the hallway, examining paperwork on his clipboard. He pauses for a moment at the door to his new office before going in.

With the old troll gone, he was in charge around here. Live was looking up more and more. Tommorrow, things were going to change. Alot.

[Serena]

I pass Roland as I am walking from the lounge to my room. I give him eye contact in acknowledgement of his existance, but don't say hello or stop.

I have no reason to speak to him unless he has orders, and I am normally self sufficient enough to figure out my place at A.S.S and the duties that go along with being an employee there.

I return to my room and sit down on my bed. I reach into my drawer and pull out some left over cupcakes I was saving from the staff party the other day.

I blissfully eat my cupcake as I read an old Cosmo magazine.

[Joukahainen]

((Since it's been awhile since I've last posted, I'm going to speed through a few things))

"Yes, I apologize, I need to do some paperwork." I kiss Iris's hand, and leave her room, after introducing myself to Fenitchka. I hope her and Fen get along well...

((After work))

I sit at my desk for awhile, and think about Iris, Red Infinity, and the purges. I have never really feared for my life before, and now I know what it is like. I decide to completely catch up on all of my paperwork before seeing Iris again, and turn in some early.

I decide to leave a message on Fenitchka's phone.

Hello Fenitchka, my name is Joukahainen. I am another of Iris's aids. We are greatly understaffed here on the Little Sister project, and I would like to personally thank you for volunteering for this assignment. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.

I get back to my paperwork, and wonder if there's any way I could delay the Little Sister project without being purged.

[Melinda Wollstonecraft]

Ever since Red Infinity closed down the secret school I thought at I have remained in this icy dungeon of work and struggle. Each day, I am sent to labor in the mines. At least I can work. Growing up on a farm tought me the hardships of physical labor. Sometimes, I try to imagine that I am still on the farm, cleaning the milk house or making hay in the summer time. That sort of work was rewarding. I took pride in caring for the calves or cleaning the milk parlour. But here, the work wears me down. It gives me nothing. It is spiritual draining.

[Lady Violet]

I spend some time alone in my room. The purges are wearing on me. I don't know how much longer I can take this. I feel empty and tired. I feel today as if I have lived a thousand years. I feel dried up and old. A wilted flower, weary and brown.

I go to the kitchen and make myself some tea. It makes me feel a little better.

[Kankahattaret]

"So Kelthassil and I are not the only Taivalan's left in the world." I say as I enter Joukahainen's office.

I offer him my hand.

"I am Kankahatteret. It is a pleasure to meet you."

[Set]

I spend the evening worrying about Damascus's mental health, and eventually head back to Lady Violet's house. The first thing I see is a worn and weary Lady Violet, and immediately become concerned. I make my way for the kitchen, and stand behind her.

"Please, allow me..." I say, motioning to make her tea. "You look as though you have been run over by a truck." I say, making a conscious effort to sound more human by using a phrase that I caught on the street. "Are you alright, my lady?"