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Post by Zinn on Feb 16, 2005 16:47:37 GMT -5
"I don't think so. I'm on vacation," Zinn says, in a more aggressive manner than usual. Her voice is usually cold or terrified in this sort of situation.
"I know who's here."
Zinn hands her gun to Antero.
"Cover for me for a second. I have to get out my bottle of silver nitrate. I have a score to settle."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 16, 2005 16:48:37 GMT -5
I mosey my way into the kitchen, and make myself some tea.
"Hey you." I say to Vossya who's sitting in the living room. "You want some tea or something?"
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Post by Antero Black on Feb 16, 2005 16:52:10 GMT -5
Antero remains behind the bed and waits for whomever is. He thought that Zinn would want to escape and is very shocked that she wants to fight whomever this is. He takes the gun and keeps his eyes fixed on the door.
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Post by Dr. Andrea Murdock on Feb 16, 2005 16:54:36 GMT -5
Dr. Murdock folds her hands.
"I'm afraid that if you want to get her off the list, you will have to talk to someone in the service department. They will probably refer you to the semi-service department, who will refer you to the undersecretary of justice affairs. Still, beaurocracy is the price we pay for freedom," Dr. Murdock says cheerfully. "Of course, the undersecretary may not be able to help, and he will refer you to the oversecretary of assistance. Oh... no, wait, the oversecretary of assistance was purged, and we are searching for a replacement..."
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Post by Zinn on Feb 16, 2005 16:56:59 GMT -5
Zinn's mouth twitches.
"He bit off my tongue," she says, as she fills an ordinary child's squirt gun with the odd looking liquid.
"And he broke three of my ribs."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 16, 2005 16:57:43 GMT -5
"Hey Mischa, sure, tea sounds good. I'm in a good mood today. The weather is getting nicer so I am slowly getting over my winter depression. I am excited to go to Russia next week as well."
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Post by Antero Black on Feb 16, 2005 16:59:53 GMT -5
"Ahriman. He mutilated my tongue as well." Antero says somewhat distantly.
"I'm going upstairs to get my explosives. I'll be right back."
Antero opens a black portal before him and walks through it.
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Post by Ahriman on Feb 16, 2005 17:00:12 GMT -5
"I'll give you a hand. Going after some childish anarchists is exactly how I wanted to spend my evening, really."
I say to Kith in a normal tone of voice to add extra annoyance to it.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Feb 16, 2005 17:03:45 GMT -5
I refold my hands on my lap, and tilt my eyes downwards, my head still in the same position as before.
"Ah, well... There must be something you can do to get things moving a little faster. Perhaps you and I can put in a good word to Lady Violet, or... Maybe there's something I could do for you." I say, my eyes now looking back up at Murdock.
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Post by Zinn on Feb 16, 2005 17:05:30 GMT -5
Zinn finishes loading her squirt gun.
Anything silver will work.
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Post by Pierre Proudhon on Feb 16, 2005 17:06:25 GMT -5
Pierre recieved Zinn's mental message about the dangerous intruder and rushed to her room. He figured there is safety in numbers and was really too terrified to stay in his room alone. He bursts through the door. "An intruder? What will we do? We have to get out of here."
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Post by TheWyrm on Feb 16, 2005 17:06:38 GMT -5
I am awakened by a ruckus coming from outside of the room. I get dressed, and leave the room, surprisingly nobody else has left their respective rooms. I head into Zinn's room and see the bed propped up like a barricade.
"Whoa... What's all this..?" I say, befuddled.
I jump when I hear Pierre's voice.
"Jeez louise, watch it, man... An intruder??" I was asleep when Zinn sent out the message, and didn't receive it.
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Post by Pierre Proudhon on Feb 16, 2005 17:09:36 GMT -5
"Zinn sent out some mind message warning us of a danger. I'm so glad you're safe Wyrm." Pierre gets behind the matress fortress.
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Post by Krupskaya on Feb 16, 2005 17:13:44 GMT -5
I work late and when I get home I decide to check on Valkoinen. I haven't talked to him in a few days. I go to his room and peek into the door.
"Um...why is there a rebel here?" I ask him.
I scratch my head.
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Post by Joukahainen on Feb 16, 2005 17:13:59 GMT -5
((Ha ha, I thought it was cute...))
For a moment I feel guilty about the cat, but it's fleeting. I wrap my arms tighter around her, and brush my cheek against hers.
"You're so warm." I say, almost in an abstract sort of way. I brush my hand across her cheek, and smile.
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