A Collision of Worlds

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov thinks for a moment where he would like to travel.
"I would like to go somewhere warm, maybe South and Central America..."

[Hoshi]

"Yes, I am a demon. You say you are a demon too? Do you work for Red Infinity like us?" I ask the girl.

[Lolita]

I look at the girl talking to us at the feminist base.



"Sure what kind of help do you need?"

[Krupskaya]

I rest and return to the Ministry of Education. I am excited to meet the new member of our Ministry.

[Ruusu]

I close my eyes and take a nap outside the Ministry of Defense. A large pink dragon outside should be enough to keep most intruders away, even if I am napping.

[Moira]

Work goes on the same as always. Things are boirng, but I get my work done and don't complain. I think we are planning a strike against the Eternal Light soon, so that is something to look forward to.

When I get some freetime I pick up a poem book from the library. I start looking for some poems by Sephos. I never liked poetry. Maybe I am just not a poetic minded person. It all sounds kind of lame to me. All about love or romance or depression or nature. It just doesn't speak to me.

I am more than a little disappointed when I don't find her poems.

Of course I wouldn't. What was I thinking? She is a rebel. Her poetry is banned.

[Nova Kollontai]

Personally I don't want the psychologist to come along on the trip either. I don't like psychologists, since I always feel like they're picking my mind apart.

But these thoughts are not conductive to the group. It is a personal problem. I decide to sit out in the living room with Wyrm and Pierre. I need to work harder to make friends here. I think I am doing well with the feminists, and kind of miss hanging out with them. But, I will return to them once I have done some anarchist work.

"Home shopping network, huh? That's still around?"

[Dariya Pisarev]

Today I washed the walls. I washed the dirty gray walls with a sponge, revealing that under a cake of gray dust, the walls are covered with antique robin and red rose wall papering.

Who the f**k put up this tacky ass wall paper? Robins and roses?

I am gray with the dirt I took off the walls, which now shine in their supreme prestine tacky glory.

"I should write another poem."

I wash off in a rusted over sink and go to my room to write.

[Hera]

I feel weak when I wake up in a strange room. I need blood again. It's the disease, it's caught up to me again. I go to the door and find that it is locked. I've been captured.

Drained of energy, I go back to the bed and lay down. I send a telepathic message calling for the other Bloodspeakers before I fall back to sleep.

[Dariya Pisarev]

i am the color of an ugly earthware death
i am the end of emotion
i am the blood stained feathers on a aristroctic hat
i am hungry

i am tied up in worm rott ropes
i am the nothing under your couch
i am the girl by the fountain who wants to touch your arm

i am the dark days
i am the mind mayhem mobilization
i am the last line in the book

i am the book
i am the call for advanced politicies
i am the tree and the branch

i am the enforcement of illness.

[Zinn]

"A psychologist isn't an authority. At least a good one isn't. A psychologist is supposed to be a guide and a assistant for dealing with life. I've had bad experiences with the Red Infinity version of psychologists too, OK? I think having someone around that doesn't share our politics might be a little interesting and engaging, for one thing. And as for keeping Antero on a leash... if I didn't want to deal with him, I wouldn't be going on this trip, or I would try to bar him from going," Zinn says flatly.

"Besides, like I said, this isn't just for Antero. I need someone to talk to, Sakari. You have no bloody idea what it is like. I haven't slept in two days, and I don't want to sleep. I feel detached from my life all the time. Every time I do sleep, I have nightmares... I don't have anyone to talk to that about. I used to talk to Simona, because I could trust Simona. I used to talk to Sasha, because I could trust Sasha. Now they're dead though. Everyone I ever trusted is dead, except for Wyrm, and he's so innocent... I don't want to taint that. I would rather die in the most unpleasant manner Red Infinity could devise."

Zinn's voice is still eerily controlled and logical, but it seems a little more forced than usual.

[Samuel]

Samuel pats her on the head, and feints saddness in his voice.
"Oh." Is all he said.
If he had recieved this news anywhere other than near a rebel, he would've smiled, and laughed joyously. Anotehr rebel bites the dust, and the world is a better place all around.
Except... Helene had been Winter's sister, so of course she was broken up about it. Seeing Winte rlike this completly counter-actted his joy at Helene being dead.
He didn't say anything, because anything he would say would be, more than likely, completly insensitive and heartless. Mostly because he isn't broken up at all over Helene being dead, he thinks about his schedule for later that day.
Tonight, he has to go to Kelly's Pub because he promised Kelly he was going to be there. He hopes that not everyone will be this depressed about Helene dying.

[Raz Nili Ze'ev]

"I could have taken her," Raz says, crossing her arms. She pulls her sheild up around Chaya and Harry.

"I guess we had to get here at some point though. Good thing I brought some stuff with me."

Raz takes out a pouch from a pack on her back that no one had noticed before. She slips on two very old looking rings. Then, she says a quick prayer.

"Shema Yisrael! Adonai eloheinu, Adonai echad," she chants with conviction three times.

"We will defeat Asmodai, the Lillim, and Azazel as King Solomon did, with wisdom, and the fire of the Name."

[Elisabeth "BB" Wolfe]

"Hey, I'm gonna drop by Helsinki to visit some friends. Be back in a few days!" BB says. She brings her rifle, and slings it over her back. She wants to go visit some of the revolutionaries again.

[Nijlon]

Nijlon tilts her head slightly before shaking it slightly. "I'm not a demon. I'm a spirit.." She smiles lightly again. "Simple mistake, i suppose.. No, I don't work for Red Infinity." She says, not sure if it was a good idea to say she was a rebel. She didn't want to get in a fight, no more fights for a long time. Fights brought out the darkness.

She wanted to talk to them and become their friends, she wanted friends, something she hadn't had for a long time, since she was usually surrounded by humans, and they were all the same color, just moving shadows..