A Collision of Worlds

[Erika "Zwei" Faust]

(Okay, have fun)
(I'm logging off too, cya later)

"Oh... I was just curious, that's all." I say, worried that I offended him.

[Ezra Weil]

Ezra begins to feel a little more confident. He is a stranger to himself, but finds that although he is physically weak he is fast and agile. Maybe he becomes a little too confident, since instead of trying to run from the demons and find a way out of the castle, he figures he can explore it and learn more about who he is or at least where he is.

He finds an unlocked room and enters it. He sees that the room is filled with books and documents.

"A library. Interesting. This should have some information as to where I am. I wonder how I got here. Obviously I am a prisoner, but I don't recollect doing anything against anyone."

The books are about ancient Finnish religion and seem to be fictional accounts of demons and a demonic world called Hiitola.

"Maybe someone has a fascination with demons and Finnish myth and somehow fashioned their own elaborate prison based on their eccentric passion for Finnish mythology."

He scratches his head. He takes a few of the more interesting books from the shelf and decides he will take them with him to read later. He has a strange feeling that they could be useful in some way or another.

"None of this explains who I am or why I am here." He rubs a wound on his head and he concentrates on figuring out the missing patches in his life.

He spends time alone in the room reading and talking to himself. He is really only comfortable when he is alone. He is not the kind of person who enjoys talking to people and shuts right up when with others, especially those he likes since he would rather not say something foolish in fornt of them.

[Freak Boy]

"It's fine, I get the question all the time." he said, taking another swig of his drink. He had, by this point, lost all the feeling in his hands and that cold sensation was moving throughout is body.

"The sad thing is, we're not gonna remember any of this... the sharing of my family recipe, the conversation we just had, even the fact I gave you a beer... when we leave this place, I'm gonna look in my pack and see there's a beer missing then probably blame Zero for it." he said in a relatively unslurred voice, considering the amount of liquor he's consumed.

[Nijlon]

"That's what it seems like.." Nijlon glances around and puts her right hand to her left arm, rubbing it uneasily. She looks at the other demon.. fox demon maybe? It's aura had a reddish taint so maybe.. She looks back at the ground before looking back up with a light smile.

"I am Nijlon, you're a demon aren't you? I haven't met many other demosn besides Cephrien, it's nice to see someone through the shadows.. I'm sorry, you probably think I'm a bit crazy now.." She says, and for the first time in a long time, laughs slightly. It's not a very good laugh, since the sound sounds strange to her, having not laughed in a good while.

Winter- (Sorry, too lazy to change names, plus I'm in a hurry.)

Winter tries her best to stop sobbing and speak.
-Helene.. was killed..-
She buries her face into Samuel's shoulder, so her voice is muffled.
-I hate Red Infinity.. I hate them so much..-

(Post to Samuel, in case you don't catch it under another account.)

[Riley]

Riley continues to look around. She was getting more and more agitated as the moments slipped by. She finally decided to talk to the next person she sees...

There were two women talking to her left...no one women the other was a fairy...

Riley walked towards them. "Excuse me, could you lend me a hand?" She said smiling.

((post to BB and Loita))#nosmileys

[Roxanne]

((Hey guys sorry I haven't posted in so long..I was busy..))

Roxanne smiled at Dan, "You are asking ME this??? I just got here, remember??" she said laughing for the first time in what seemed like forever... "Sorry, couldn't help myself... any way I don't know, do you know any good places in town?" she said taking his hand in hers.

[Danuel Stinin]

"Oh, right," Dan rubs the back of his head and chuckles. "Well, let's see... nope. I don't eat out much, other than to order pizza or stuff like that. Maybe we could just go downtown and look around for something?"

[Kaieka]

Up in my room, I read the letter that Hera left behind. She seems like a nice person. I have never been very fond of females, especially attractive ones, but perhaps I should broaden my horizons. I could use a few more friends. And with the thought of friends, I think again of Illidan. I am very much relieved that he isn't going to be purged, though the thought of him being transferred to some other ministry isn't very appealing either. I want to go out and celebrate with him, celebrate the fact that he will stay alive.

I give him a jingle on his cell phone, realizing that I often try to walk around until I find him and this would probably be a much easier way to do so.

Ring Ring Ring!

[Rolf Wagner]

Wagner only manages to mutter some witty reply into the floor, as he is stuck face down with no way to right himself. With a supreme effort he turns his head so his mouth is out of the carpet. "Say... will not... I... no..."

[Sephos]

Things are pretty slow around here, what with everything going on in the rebel camp. Everything being the death of Helene and the effect that it has had on all of the rebels. I've been trying to stay out of the whole thing.

And so, in the lull, I have been trying to come up with ideas to make my life liveable.

Idea #1: Grow my own tobacco
This idea has sprouted from my intense need for cigarettes and the seeming lack of them in my pockets at most times. I figure that if I can scrape up enough money to start this whole thing, I can buy boxes to plant them in and get some seeds... and just wait. The rewards won't be right away, of course, but I think that good things are worth waiting for.

Items needed:
Tobacco seeds
Dirt
Planting containers
Water
Sunlight
Capital

Where to get the necessary money:
1. Sell some poems- This may be difficult, seeing that we live in a place run by people avidly against my anti-Red Infinity sentiments, and also seeing that the general mass of people doesn't have extra spending money lying around that they would want to spend on poems instead of food. All in all... not a viable option.

2. sleeper out my body- This may also be difficult, but for different reasons. Though very much in favor of sex in general, I can't see many people that would stand in line to pay money to a tattoo'd, somber looking woman for her less-than-acrobatic sexual stylings. Plus, I am not exactly thrilled with the idea of bedding down with a thingy for the night... and there aren't many hard up lesbians around that would pay for a go. This option- semi plausable, but still not the greatest.

3. Rob a bank- Since I have absolutely no experience in this field, this would not only be difficult, but I would probably be thrown in prison and tortured until parts of me were cut off and fed to lesser beings. No fun.

4. Become an Alchemist- Is this even f**king possible?

5. Get a job- sigh. All jobs are provided through Red Infinity, whom I despise, so this option is difficult as well as degrading... but may, in fact, be my only option.





Idea #2: Learn some fighting techniques/ special powers

Because... heck, one little pistol isn't going to do much against anyone that wants to capture me, throw me in prison, torture me, and lop off parts of my body.

I don't know exactly how this one works out in reality, but will be a goal I hold at the back of my mind.


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My ideas pretty much drained for the time being, I sit down, cross-legged on the sofa and light up a cigarette. My supply is running desperately low, thus causing many of the tobacco growing urges. The smoke is thick and lovely and I try to hold as much of it in for as long as possible to allow it to absorb completely into my bloodstream before again breathing out.

I pick up a dull pencil and gnaw on the end a bit to expose the lead, then begin to compose some new poems.

Poems always seem to come out better with a cigarette between the fingers of my left hand, perched there, giving me confidence.

These particular poems are angry odes to a certain female in the employ of the League of the Godless. She still occupies my mind, which I hate. I should hate her. She is the enemy, and yet I can't get those sweet, vixen lips of hers out of my brain... this angers me... it fuels my poetic spewings.

#nosmileys

[Illidan]

Illidan was in his room training his bunny to use the litter box when the phone rang. He set Mr. Carrots asside and went to answer the phone. He was delighted to hear that it was Kaieka.

"Hello kaieka! How are you? I just found out I am getting transferred!"

[Lena]

Lena sits down at the table, nodding slightly. "Oh, I see. You took Latin courses in Collage? That's nice, I don't know how to speak any other languages, of course, I'm sure that's not very surprising."

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov wakes up and feels wasted from life. He only vaguely remembers his encounter with Lady Violet and Noe last night. He doesn't even know who Noe is, so that is less disturbing than his dreams about Violet.

He takes a shower and decides that maybe he should have a discussion about the revolution with Mischa. Mischa was alive then and does not harbor guilty feelings nor does he second guesses things.

[Carter O'Neil]

Carter enters the kitchen and prepares himself a nice bowl of oatmeal. He sees that Peter and Lena are sitting in the kitchen talking. He takes a seat with them as he eats his oatmeal.

"Good morning you two, how's it going. Sure has been cold here lately. Maybe the cold will keep Red Infinity away for a while.I honestly prefer the heat."

[Miho]

Miho walks around Tristen's room, looking at stuff.

So, should we go visit Lady Violet or Hikari, or do something else?

She asks with a small smile.