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Post by Fenitchka on Feb 1, 2005 19:30:55 GMT -5
"Good. I will put your breakfast on a tray next to her's."
I leave Jouki and return to Iris' room with another tray of pancakes and some hashbrowns. I bring Jouki ice cold skim milk, since he looks like a milk drinker.
"You have the nicest whitest skin, Jouki."
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Post by Iris Faust on Feb 1, 2005 19:31:43 GMT -5
Iris hugged him tighter.
"I've missed you too. FreakBoy you need to be more careful..." she said in a soft voice
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 1, 2005 19:34:25 GMT -5
Freak Boy kissed her on the cheek, embracing her as well.
"I'm trying, I'm trying... at least Ahriman isn't after me anymore. The A.S.S. seems to be not as... violent. Who knows, maybe if I lay low for a long enough time I'll be able to see you if and when you leave the Ministry for vacation and stuff... just to clarify, is this real or am I dreaming?" Freak Boy asked, resting his head on her shoulder.
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 1, 2005 19:39:45 GMT -5
I return to my office and see a stack of reports and mail. I begin my day by reading everything that piled up for me during the night.
As soon as the purges are over, we will start Little Sister. We must also start work on the Secret Garden project. I send a report to the Ministry of Information that Iris should be hooked up to Little Sister for 2 hours a day now. This will build her endurance for when she is on it for longer stretches.
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Post by Zex on Feb 1, 2005 19:42:22 GMT -5
i watch as Surma brings back my friends, but for some reason they don't just appear.
"so are they alive now? somewhere on the planet? is that what i have to do is find them?"
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Post by Joukahainen on Feb 1, 2005 19:43:31 GMT -5
"Well, ah, thank you, Fenitchka." I say, taken aback by the strange compliment.
We arrive in Iris's room, and it appears she's still sleeping. I knock on the door to her bedroom.
"Hello Iris, Fenitchka brought you some food. Are you hungry?"
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Post by Fenitchka on Feb 1, 2005 19:44:56 GMT -5
"What are you? Are you an elf? If you are an elf, do you know other elves? I think elves are pretty." I say as I follow after Jouki.
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Post by Joukahainen on Feb 1, 2005 19:50:29 GMT -5
"I am a Taivalan, we are an ancient, almost exctinct race from Lapland. We were among the first races on this planet." I say, a little flattered. She certainly is nice.
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Post by Kaschei on Feb 1, 2005 19:51:31 GMT -5
Kaschei decides that he cares too much for Illidan to simply let him die. To fight the fate that the party has decided upon for the young elf, Kaschei composes a short letter to Lin-Sat.
To the Honorable Lin-Sat
It has come to my attention that Illidan is on the purge list. I believe that he is not suited for work at the Ministry of Terror, but would prefer transferring him to another Ministry than having him killed outright. He is loyal to Red Infinity and his work suffers not from traitorous behavior, but an immature world view. I would like to see him transferred to the Ministry of Education. If you are willing to negotiate this with me, I am sure I can make some concessions to you, great one.
Kaschei loathes bowing to that demon dictator, but since the life of his pupil is on the line he has little choice.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 1, 2005 19:52:40 GMT -5
I lift my head up from the toilet seat, my hair sticking almost straight upwards and a red crease is indented on my face.
"Oh, ah, what..? Hey..." I say, rubbing my eyes. "Hey, what day is it..?"
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Post by Fenitchka on Feb 1, 2005 19:53:16 GMT -5
"Iris is lucky to have you to protect and care for her. You seem really nice. I wish I was in...her position."
I am quiet for a moment, then start to smile again.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 1, 2005 19:57:20 GMT -5
"It's tuesday. Mischa, are you okay? You look terrible. Can I do anything for you?" Bassarov asks with worry in his tone.
"We recieved a package today, but I thought I would wait for you before opening it, since your name as on it as well."
Bassarov leaves for a moment and returns with a medium sized cardboard box he recieved in the mail.
"I wonder what it is. It is too large to be a fruitcake, and it is the wrong season for that anyway."
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Post by Joukahainen on Feb 1, 2005 20:01:45 GMT -5
"Well, thank you Fenitchka. I'm sure that some day, you will find someone like that. You are a nice person, and are good at what you do. I'm sure someone will care for you, as you care for others." I respond.
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Post by Damascus on Feb 1, 2005 20:02:08 GMT -5
After flying around for what seemed like a shorter time than it actually was, Damascus went back to check with Aung San Suu Kyi.
He landed near to the base, transformed, put his shirt on, and then walked back. He was wearing sandals, now, and it was nice and warm. He liked warm weather, the warm sunlight felt wonderful on his skin.
He walked back inside and waited in a room seperate from the room where the women were talking. From their muffled tones, everything seemed fine to him.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 1, 2005 20:02:48 GMT -5
I wake up, having fallen asleep on Bassarov's couch. "Yes I can go rescue Sephos... Just give me a few minutes to wake up..." I light a cigarette and walk into the kitchen.
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