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Post by Swan of Tounela on Feb 14, 2005 20:27:59 GMT -5
"Alkonost is single. He is a little lonely too." I reply to her.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 14, 2005 20:30:02 GMT -5
Bassarov opens the door to his room and when he sees that it is Zero, he embraces her and gives her a kiss on the cheek then lips.
"Happy Valen...I mean Love and Brotherhood Day."
Since Valentine's Day has been Love and Brotherhood Day for almost 50 years, Bassarov should not make such slip ups.
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Feb 14, 2005 20:30:08 GMT -5
Karina breathes heavy as well, but she is content. She tosses a leg over Franks and turns to her side. As she studies his face, she notes that he looks very content as well. I suppose we know how we got these hickeys last night.She lets out a weak laugh and closes her eyes. Yep... I'm happy *yawn* that we weren't drunk this time...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 14, 2005 20:33:34 GMT -5
I kiss him back and hold his arms. "Thank you. Happy love and brotherhood day to you too." I state. Of course being brought up in Kolov's service I know all the old saint's days as opposed to their more modern names. "Sorry but I forgot what today was, so I wasn't able to get you anything..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 14, 2005 20:36:40 GMT -5
"Don't worry. All I did for you was a painting. I was feeling creative today and did this for you. It is a scene from the Last Valentine's Day after the revolution. I know you don't like such political thing, but it is the only art I have a mind for."
Bassarov shows her the painting. It is depressing, but emotional.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Feb 14, 2005 20:38:21 GMT -5
"So... am I." he said in a tired tone. He gave her a kiss on the lips. "tomorrow I'll go out and look for a job... but for now, sleep...."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 14, 2005 20:39:04 GMT -5
Considering how much blood I have spilled in my short life I am unfazed by the graphicness of it, but a tear still falls from my eye. "It's nice... I only hope today won't be like that..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 14, 2005 20:41:49 GMT -5
Bassarov laughs. "No, just visions of the past. I think today will be a nice day. For February, the weather is pleasant. There was actually freezing rain and snow mix this morning. It coated the whole city in ice and snow. Despite this, it looks nice out there and isn't too chilly. If you wanted we could go for a walk."
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Post by Damascus on Feb 14, 2005 20:44:59 GMT -5
((Bleh! Sorry, I was too sick to get on long enough to post anything and I was doing nothing but reading to keep up.))
Damascus nods, rubbing his stomach reminiscently. There had been a large shard of glass in his stomach. He had recovered from it by then, however, and was feeling well enough to fly back to the Ministry.
"Maybe we could talk to the anarchists." He proposed. "Y'know, try and reason the why of this out or something?"
The stupididty of this statement went right over Damascus' head. Obviously, the "why" to the attack had been because there was a large consentration of Red Infinity operative's and party members. Lady Violet herself had been here, and he had avoided her adimantly. The last thing he needed was to talk to her.
"Nevermind that, I guess, though. I think that I'm feeling good enough to get us back to the Ministry in one piece." He said, giving her the thumbs up.
He had switched from the tuxedo he had been wearing to black jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair wasn't tied back, and it fell over his shoulders, with a few strands in front of his face.
He gestured for her to lead the way outside. "Ladies first."
Staying positive when other people were feeling down was something he had gotten good at over the years.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 14, 2005 20:48:04 GMT -5
"Of course I'd like that." I quickly grab my jacket and throw Bassarov his. "I'm tired of being cooped up indoors, and I'm sure you're sick of me smoking up your apartment."
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Post by Aung San Suu Kyi on Feb 14, 2005 20:50:06 GMT -5
"That's a good idea, Damascus. I have never tried to reason with the anarchists but maybe it would be a good idea to hear their side of the story before the Ministry of Terror gets to them. Could you give me a ride to America. I will ask that you stay with me, since they have been known to take hostages in the past."
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Post by Alexander Larson on Feb 14, 2005 20:50:25 GMT -5
"heh. I know. You dont need to date me. Just be good to your boyfriend. I suppose i should be going.." he looked at her.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 14, 2005 20:52:26 GMT -5
Bassarov puts on his black down jacket and a goofy looking knit striped hat. He has an assortment of goofy looking winter hats, and no one has the decency to tell him that he looks like a fool in them.
"Let's take a walk then." Bassarov smiles and feels relaxed and at peace.
He takes Zero's hand and they walk out the door.
"I am done with my book...well for now anyway." He says as they begin the walk.
"We could still go to Russia though, to celebrate that it is done."
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Post by Damascus on Feb 14, 2005 20:56:02 GMT -5
Damascus nodded eagerly. Well, he would be seeing the sights of America looking for the anarchists, and he'd get to fly around (almost) as much as he wanted to!
He had begun to run outside in his eagerness, when he stopped suddenly, and went over to a table and took a handful of taquitos. He ate the quickly, and walked hurriedly to get outside.
"Need to get and keep up my strength!" He said, smiling and than eatting a few more taquitos.
Once outside, and with enough room, he transformed and lowered his neck so that she could climb on to him.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Feb 14, 2005 20:56:23 GMT -5
Dinari sleeps for a few hours and goes back to Anna's room. He sees that Alex is still there.
"You know, maybe if we just talked to Lady Blue she would sell some of the FRA's weapons and give us some of the money. It never hurts to ask."
Dinari has found that sometimes it does hurt to ask, depending on what you are asking for and what they do to you if they don't want to give you want you want.
"I could give her a call."
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