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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 5, 2005 3:01:50 GMT -5
"Yes, get your rest." I say as I walk up and kiss him gently.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 3:02:55 GMT -5
"Well, that much I know." he said, drinking some more of his liquor. "Just tell me about life in general... I'm interested to hear about WWII from someone who was actually alive back then."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 5, 2005 3:05:27 GMT -5
Bassarov closes his eyes, but is not tired. He pulls a blanket over himself.
"Mischa...are you around? Mischa?"
Surely Mischa was not so oblivious to the fact that Lady Violet was just in their house.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 3:06:33 GMT -5
"Well we had to cook all our own food, and make fresh bread every few days. We plowed our fields with a horsedrawn plow, pickled vegetables..." I go on for a few more minutes.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 5, 2005 3:06:48 GMT -5
I stand in the door way holding an ice tea with some chocolate chip cookies that I just made.
"Hey you two. Here, they're fresh. You need to be pampered for awhile, Vossya."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 3:07:44 GMT -5
"Whoah..." Freak Boy said, taking another swig. "and to think I complained when I couldn't get a can of spam open... speaking of which, didn't you say you ate spam way-back-when also."
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Rolf Wagner
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LIF Soldier
"We did not intend to fight enemy warships, but we took up the fight. We shall win or die." -L?tjens
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Post by Rolf Wagner on Feb 5, 2005 3:08:03 GMT -5
Some part of Wagner's mind is still managing to think in a somewhat rational manner. Wiggling his way across the floor, he moves close to the door. Of course, he can't stand up and even if he could his hands couldn't open the door but he couldn't think that far ahead.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 5, 2005 3:09:11 GMT -5
"You don't need to pamper me. I feel perfectly fine." Bassarov lets out a sigh.
"She just wants me to doubt. That's all. It is psychological warfare, Mischa."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 5, 2005 3:10:49 GMT -5
"Whatever it is, you're losing. You can't take on the world yourself, Vossya, it's substituting yourself for the masses. And don't argue with me about this."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 5, 2005 3:14:45 GMT -5
"These cookies are delicious. You know, you and Zero really do take care of me. I would be a mess if not for the two of you."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 5, 2005 3:15:08 GMT -5
"The Americans did. We had something similar but I don't remember what it was called. We sometimes bought cans of corned beef or Polish ham..."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 5, 2005 3:15:48 GMT -5
"Hi Mischa... Can you look over him for awhile, I havea prisoner I need to see to... Sorry." I teleport to that apartment. "So, are you ready to talk yet?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 5, 2005 3:17:09 GMT -5
I smile and eat some of the cookies, impressing myself.
"Ahh, these are really good... Here, don't forget your ice tea too." I say, handing him his ice tea. "You just rest, a weary revolutionary is no good on the front."
I begin to finally appreciate having Zero around.
"Sure, Zero."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 5, 2005 3:18:31 GMT -5
"I love you, Mischa." Bassarov drinks his tea contently, and is finally able to relax.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 5, 2005 3:18:31 GMT -5
"Know something funny is that, according to my family tree, there is a possibility that a distant relative of mine was one of the higher ups in the Gestapo. Ain't that crazy?" he asked, slightly buzzed. He noticed Erika had finished her beer and then remembered she was German.
"Here." He reached into his pack and tossed her a beer she would... appreciate, being born in the homeland of Octoberfest.
"You know something... as different as we are, both in political views and the whole android and hacker thing, despite the fact we should hate each other... I actually hold you in pretty high regard. and that's not just the alcohol talking."
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