The Revolution Completed

[Dariya Pisarev]

"Is anyone really innocent? No, it is just another myth. The myth that there are some good and innocent people in this world. We are all equally tainted."

[Kuni]

Kuni sits on Memphis's shoulder, humming lightly as she swings her feet, through it's hard to hear the small girl humming unless you had acute hearing.

"Same here! I really can't be leader since I'm so small, and plus, then I'd have to be serious all the time! Where's the fun in that, now? Pranks will always be my fun pastime!" She crips.

"Sorries, it's in my blood!" She adds, referring to her pixie blood.

[Nikolai Smirinaiov]

"I'd like to have the belief you have, its so... irresponsible. It'd make my life easier. But I still have faith in humanity. No matter what they've done to me. I prefer surgical, precise strikes upon the wicked." As he says this, his eyes begin to change slightly to red then back to gold. He smiles warmly and looks into her eyes. "Nothing bothers you about all of this? You can tell me you don't have the least bit of humanity?"

[Dariya Pisarev]

"All life is equally vile. There is no good or evil. These as terms invented to justify some truth in action. There is a Hitler in each of us. There are no saints. The best we can do is destroy everything and see what remains when we are left nake before our lies."

[Alexander Larson]

(Too Anna)
"Yes. Good Day to you sir, and yes, we think that if had another international Capitalist group, we could work and try to get the Capitalists back in power."

They pulled into Hilsinki and Alex parked his beloved Jaguar in his barn, after letting Anna and Dinari off at the hotel. He put a cover over it, Then got into his other car. It was an Infiniti G35x from the year 2004. He had it located in Russia when the government was after him, so they dident get ahold of it. It was unknown to everybody but him. It was the top sports sedan of that era, and what made Alex cherish it. He started it up and let the gasoline flow through the 260 HP engine. After 5 minutes, He put it in gear and parked it in front of the hotel. Then grabbed Their bags and clothes, and walked in.

[Anna Khodorkovsky]

"This is a nice hotel. It really is nice not to have to stay at that dumpy rebel base"

I go up to my room and wait by the door.

"Why don't you come into my room and we can talk some more, Alex."

[Nikolai Smirinaiov]

"So, what happens when there is nothing left? Do you destroy yourselves? If that is the way to cleanse the earth of the wicked, then that is what has to be done. I understand you totally on your beliefs, They just aren't for me. I love humanity, especially the amusement and/or pleasure they can bring me," He says with a mischeivous grin. "And another thing, if you believe that all must be destroyed and all are wicked, how do you trust one another?"

[Dariya Pisarev]

"We don't believe that humans are wicked or good, we don't believe anything. We want to destroy things to liberate humans from the miseducation and false beliefs of society. We don't trust one another. We don't trust anything. We work together on whim or when it suits us too. As for you, you can have faith in people if you want to. Most socialists do, which is what I figured you were. I figured you said that to impress me or something. You don't have to. I don't believe in love or relationships or dating. Men are biologically and emotionally useful from time to time, but that is the extent of my attachment to them."

[Nikolai Smirinaiov]

"Ah, more insight into your beliefs. Thank you. So, you believe nothing, you trust nothing, then do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in your belief? Or is it just nozink?" he says with a grin.

He takes his hand and begins heating up the air in it to the point it will ignite itself. He sits there and plays with the flame about his hand. "Interesting, never knew I could do that." He throws his lighter up into the air and tosses the small fireball at it. It explodes and he looks at her.

"Suppose I don't need it anymore. The uses some men have are much more than others. I use my talents as I see fit. I do what I want, or who, I should say as well. I suppose with this I could be anyone I want to." He grins and concentrates. He changes his appearance to that of Bassarov then loses it, reverting back to himself. "I suppose thats a lil tougher than I thought, I'll have to work on it some more."

[Dariya Pisarev]

I think about myself.
"Nothing in this world is certain. I am at this moment experiencing my own individual reality. What exists beyond that...who knows. I believe in myself as an unreliable microscope for the universe I am experiencing."

I cross my arms and look at the fading daylight.

"It's getting late. Want to go home with me?"

[Nikolai Smirinaiov]

He looks at his keys, puts them in his pocket, and shrugs."Sure, never said I wasn't a gentle man, or a rough man, depends on what the lady likes," he says, grin mischeivously. "Lead the way, mi'lady," he says with a flourished bow. "Perhaps we could get to know one another more.... intimately."

[Dariya Pisarev]

"I have nothing better to do this evening anyway."

I teleport us back to the house where the nihilists have been staying in Copenhagen. The house is old and gray and looks like it should have been condemned 20 years ago. I open the creeky door with a torn screen and take him up the broken wooden stairs to my room.

"A charming place. But luxury is over rated."

I sit on my torn matress. The old springs moan as I sit down. I take Nikolai's hand and pull him down towards me.

"So let's get to know each other...more closely if you understand me"

[Nikolai Smirinaiov]

"Completely," he says with a grin as he joins her on the bed. He didn't mind this honestly now that he'd had a taste of it. He wonders if things will be different with a vampire.

[Dariya Pisarev]

So I have my fun with whatever this guy is, socialist demon whatever. I've been bored and alone for a long time, so it is kind of nice to have someone around once and I while, not that I want him to stay. I feel inspired and write a nihilist poem before going to sleep. I figure he'll be gone when I wake up.

[Zinn]

"I vote she leaves. You're outvoted Sakari. Who cares if she's getting purged? Besides, that's the bird that broke into the old Anarchist flat and kidnapped one of ours. Why should we help her? She would just as soon see us all dead in the basement of the Ministry of Terror," Zinn says, without mercy. She blinks hard, runs her fingers through her hair, and adjusts her glasses.

"She's a liability. Not only do we have to worry about Red Infinity hunting her down, but we have to worry about her killing us in our sleep."