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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 18, 2005 2:55:32 GMT -5
He begins shaking with rage, and storms out of the building. As he's walking around searching for a car, a thug tries to rob him. That thug is now hanging by his entrails on a lamp post, still alive, tongueless, gurgling blood.
He sees a car and performs the same stunt he did before. This time he drives twice as fast, making the trip in 4 hours. He busts through the doors of the base and storms up to Bassarov's room.
He starts to get ready to kick the door in then stops himself. He has a moment of clarity and decides to get out the half of a joint he had from earlier. He gets it out and lights it. He takes a couple hits then calmly knocks on the door.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Feb 18, 2005 2:57:11 GMT -5
Kaze looked up at the sound.
"Here Bassarov Ill get it for you," Kaze stood and opened the door to see a stranger standing there. "Bassarov so do you know him?"
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 18, 2005 3:00:53 GMT -5
"That's an interesting theory. I never thought of time that way. I don't know what I think of time. I don't think I would consider time at all if not for the time I spent with humans. What is time anyway? It doesn't exist to most life forms. Only to humans who are so arrogant as to divide existance by the travels of their planet. When I am here, I lose all sense of time. Past, future, and history blur into one. That is what people say time is like when you are with someone you love. So maybe time is the same for both heaven and love."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 18, 2005 3:03:08 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to the door and sees that it is Nikolai.
"Hello come on in. What is the matter, you look like you've endured something terrible."
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 18, 2005 3:06:09 GMT -5
"Red Infinity has taken an... acquaintance of mine believing she has something to do with the attack on the Ministry of Education." He takes another hit before coming in then puts it out on his hand again. He puts it up and walks into the room. "I don't expect help, I just need to know how to get someone out of the Ministry of Terror holding cells safely."
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Feb 18, 2005 3:07:19 GMT -5
Kaze assumes that this fellow is a rebel. She crosses her arms and listens if they do not want her to they will say so, but again she assumes, thinking it is rebel information.
(even though i slept most of the day im tired so i guess im going to head to bed, no classes tomorrow so if somebody's going to hang out here let me know and i might show up)
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 18, 2005 3:08:10 GMT -5
"I can send Zero with you. I would advise against going alone. It is too dangerous. But Zero has experience with rebel rescue missions. She can get you in and out safely."
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 18, 2005 3:12:12 GMT -5
"I do not want to endanger anyone else though sir. Plus I dunno how she'd feel if she knew the girl was a nihilist. I don't know her that well yet. I mean, how hard can it be?" He shrugs and looks around, still a little distraught. He feels as if he is panicking, and he never panics.
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Post by Andrew Kasher on Feb 18, 2005 3:14:05 GMT -5
"That's an interesting theory too," Andrew says.
"Maybe that's why every story about nymphs falling in love seems to end with the nymph meeting some sort of ghastly fate, like being turned into reeds and being cut down to make a set of pan pipes. Maybe we aren't made to stand still."
Andrew pauses.
"Or maybe they are just stories that humans tell to discourage sexual activity because nymphs are often stereotyped as being promiscuous."
Andrew blushes at that. He hates that stereotype. It makes him uncomfortable. Plus, whenever he is actually attracted to someone, he feels like he is just acting out a stereotype, whether that is actually true or not.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 18, 2005 3:14:45 GMT -5
"It is very dangerous. And you're right, Zero is not a fan of the nihilists. But I don't want you to get captured when you are new to the rebel movement. Red Infinity is harder on newer rebels to deter them from rebeling again. You should accept our help."
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Zisky
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Red Infinity Student/Artist
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think? Life has a funny way of helping you out.
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Post by Zisky on Feb 18, 2005 3:21:37 GMT -5
Zisky nods as they enter town. After a few moments of silence she speaks, trying to strike up conversation. "Well, why do you wozk for Zed Infinity?" She questions curiously, hoping he didn't mind the question.
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 18, 2005 3:22:47 GMT -5
"This girl.. she seems.. different from any nihilist I've ever heard about. Fine, I'll accept the help, but if things don't go well I want everyone out. If anyone goes down, it'll be me. They can't do any worse to me than what has already happened. Also, where is the HQ of the A.S.S. I want that to be my next target. Aww hell, I need to sit down." He plops down on the floor, back against the wall. He takes a few deep breaths and puts one knee up. He rests his forearm on his knee. "Does anyone mind if I smoke here?"
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 18, 2005 3:23:26 GMT -5
"I would agree with the second theory. I think nymphs are used as a metaphor in human stories to disuade humans from exploring their sexuality or something bad will happen to them. But it is similar for angels. But our stereotypes are different. We are expected to be pure and virginal since somehow that is seen as holier than sexual and sensual. Most angels are seen as asexual beings who are somehow above the vulgar urges that humans experience. The stereotype is so ingrained in me that I feel I am somehow letting humans down if I act differently."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 18, 2005 3:26:31 GMT -5
"Go ahead. Zero smokes so I've gotten used to it. We can't do much for your friend now, but tomorrow we will plan a trip to Moscow. We should be able to get her out of there before they get the chance to torture her too much."
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 18, 2005 3:31:18 GMT -5
He is sickened by the thought of her being tortured. The way they'd torture is totally different than how he wanted to. He nods, thanks Bassarov, lights up another joint, and takes a huge hit off of it. "..fault, all your fault... fault.. my fault.."[/color] He continues rambling on, seemingly arguing with himself about it being his fault. He takes another hit and shuts up for a while. He just stares off into space, thinking of Dariya and the times they had. He then thinks of strangling that little faerie, but then thinks of how innocent she looked.
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