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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 3, 2005 20:56:54 GMT -5
"I think your life is more important than technology. There are plenty of good books and interesting things to do. After a few weeks, you won't notice that you don't have technology."
Elijah walks to his front porch and sits on a rocking chair.
"You can still contact people mentally if your telepathic powers are strong enough. Also, I can bring visitors here and they are safer here than on Earth."
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Post by Valkoinen Joki on Feb 3, 2005 20:57:24 GMT -5
I growl slightly. "... I would appriciate it if you convinced him to lay low... for the rest of his life... he is on all of the lists and is pretty high on them.... and writing material like this.... he would be lucky if they just killed him..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 3, 2005 20:59:08 GMT -5
"I appreciate your concern. We are all doing our best to protect him and keep him in hiding." Bassarov replies.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 3, 2005 21:00:31 GMT -5
Freak Boy seriously doubts that he won't miss technology, but doesn't say anything.
"What telekenetic powers?" he asked jokingly. "I'm human and whenever I do contact people by telepathy it's because they're the ones with telekenisis."
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 3, 2005 21:01:54 GMT -5
I walk up to Illidan. He looks like he has been busy at cleaning, which is a rather menial task for a torturer... or whatever it is that he is considered. I thought that they usually had custodians for that.
I bring up the subject of Alister, the recently escaped tiger/man.
"So, the prisoner just disappeared? Don't you think it is odd that prisoners keep doing that? I mean, we are the most powerful government EVER... do we hire inept guards or something?"
I look around at the familiar rough walls of the dungeon.
"Hey, I'm sorry that I ran out on you last night. Things have just been a bit hecktic as of late. I may seem like I'm being hard on you at times, but I just want you to know that it's because I care, okay?"
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 3, 2005 21:02:09 GMT -5
"If nothing else you can send messages through the angel express. We are great messengers you know. Our postal service is the best in the universe."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 3, 2005 21:03:47 GMT -5
Freak Boy laughs.
"I see..."
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Post by Illidan on Feb 3, 2005 21:04:39 GMT -5
"No hard feelings. I understand. I have been a little upset lately since sometimes I feel that people don't accept me for who I am. It is hard." Illidan replies.
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Post by Winter on Feb 3, 2005 21:05:01 GMT -5
Winter's eyes suddenly widen and she instantly teleports to Bassarov's apartment, not bothering to say goodbye to the feminists.
-She.. can't be.. I..
She stays beside the coffin, her hand placed on the top of it, staring at it before she takes it off and teleports back to the apartment where her and Samuel stayed. She falls down to her knees, unsure of where Samuel was as she begins to sob.
Helene, the last chat she had had with her was about how she felt like she didn't deserve anything she had. Now she really was gone.. Winter rocks back and forth on the floor, hugging herself.
She never liked to seem so weak to her emotions, but Helene.. had she ever told her sister she loved her? She'd only started to talk to her sister in the past few years.
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Post by Valkoinen Joki on Feb 3, 2005 21:06:07 GMT -5
I glance away. "it isnt for him bassarov... if he continues red infinity would most likely put all of you on the lists just for being associated with him, including sayuka... plus, the ministry of education is one of the better ministries... so dont go and try diminishing its name". I turn adn start walking away
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 3, 2005 21:08:44 GMT -5
Bassarov takes the book and goes back to his room. Rather than working on something he just falls back onto the bed. He looks up at the ceiling feeling defeated and tired.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 3, 2005 21:10:12 GMT -5
Elijah leads Freakboy into the yellow house. He shows Freakboy to a well kept, pleasant, clean looking room decorated in the color peach. The whole house is an array of pastel colours.
"You can stay in the peach room."
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 3, 2005 21:10:33 GMT -5
"Illidan, it's not that I want to change who you are. I mean, your zany, naivety is such a great contrast to my moody pregnant doginess... it's just that... sometimes in order to make it in this world, we need to show a different exterior than what we really are inside. Tough rulers may have deep feelings, but sometimes they have to bury them, hide them from the public in order to rule better... the same goes for Ministry of Terror torturers. You don't have to change who you are, just put on a harder persona, a mask..."
I walk along the wall of the cell and absentmindedly run my fingers over the whips and cutting impliments as I talk.
"I know this is all weird, and it makes no sense to you, but there are some people out there that don't want giddiness and the like... some people in the government. I just want to make sure that you're okay, that's all."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 3, 2005 21:11:22 GMT -5
"Thanks for the hospitality." Freak Boy said, putting his stuff down.
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Post by Illidan on Feb 3, 2005 21:14:29 GMT -5
"I understand. If the Ministry needs me to act cruel, I can put up a front that I am cruel. Inside I willl always be who I am."
Illidan sits down on a stool at the end of the torture chambers.
"Don't worry about me. I can do this."
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