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Post by Yuber on Feb 19, 2005 22:34:07 GMT -5
"Dammit, I'm a butcher, not a doctor." Yuber says to himself.
He cut people open to see how they worked, and to find weaknesses. That was unless he was just having fun.
This wasn't to say that Yuber didn't know how to positivly apply his knowledges as a doctor. It simply meant that he was uncomfortable with the idea of working with his precious tools to... help someone besides himself.
To bad he could talk with his mind. A useful skill that. He did not evny it by much, however. It was simply a highly practical abiolity to have, one which he lacked. Well, he hadn't been created to talk to people, he'd been made to butcher them. That reminded him of something he couldn't quite remember. Interesting.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Feb 19, 2005 22:38:25 GMT -5
Kaze smiles.
"I'm really sorry about that..." her hands find his on her stomach. "Thank you, for understanding."
'Your a f**king liar Kazenara and you know it. Your not sorry, you just want to get rid of me. Well guess what I'm STILL HERE!! You can't get rid of me that easily. Not without killing yourself.'
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 19, 2005 22:46:38 GMT -5
He kisses the back of her heard and begins rubbing up and down on her tummy. "Shhh.. It's ok.. It's all okay.. It's just a figment of your imagination.. I used to tell myself that all the time when I was a kid.. It helps me to deal with it.. I just told myself that I was the best, that I ROCK.."[/size] he says with a smile in his voice before continuing to sing softly to her.
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Mary Warren
Senior Member
LIF Council Member
"From what's I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire."
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Post by Mary Warren on Feb 19, 2005 22:49:40 GMT -5
"Sorry dear, but you're going to have to try your best. I promise I'll get you a nice new batch of dissection subjects at the end of the week," she says, walking up being Yuber.
Attention all available LIF operatives. Please find any surviving capitalists and offer them our assistance. Be secretive and low key about it, please.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 19, 2005 22:51:10 GMT -5
I wake up and see that Bassarov once again woke before me. Quickly I pull on my shirt and begin to make myself breakfast.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 19, 2005 22:51:58 GMT -5
Bassarov helps the other feminists to their rooms. He has always felt a little guilty around feminists. He feels guilty for not treating women well enough or paranoid that they find him insensitive or backwards. He admits to himself that he can be very insensitive and that his womanizing clashes with his politics. Paranoid that he will somehow offend them or make things worse, he says little but does the best he can to make everyone comfortable.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Feb 19, 2005 22:52:25 GMT -5
Kaze sighs and closes her eyes, her fingers trace over his hands.
"Do you really feel anything besides attraction towards me?" Kaze said after a minute.
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 19, 2005 22:54:56 GMT -5
He stops singing and looks, pulls his head back slightly, and looks at her. He then leans his head on her shoulder.
"I feel something that I cannot explain. Though I felt something similar with Dariya it was not like this. Its almost a 'nervous giddy' feeling."
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Post by Zinn on Feb 19, 2005 22:55:40 GMT -5
"I just had a hallicination. I thought Wyrm and Pierre were two people from my past. I also haven't slept in a couple of days. I've been trying to avoid sleeping because I have nightmares," Zinn says as though she were reading a laundry list.
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Feb 19, 2005 22:59:51 GMT -5
Kaze pulls his hands off of her stomach and stepped away from him, turning around she stared at him for a moment before going back to him and hugging him.
She had already messed up and started this mess, now she thought it best to keep her mouth shut.
This time the voice had nothing to say.
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 19, 2005 23:02:11 GMT -5
He smiles, hugs her tightly, and begins thinking of his tune again. He knows nothing of his mental projection ability at this time and it begins transmitting to everyone in the base. It fills their heads with a soothing, beautiful song. The song is almost angelic and meant to sooth people who are not at ease.
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Post by Sisulu Cayenne on Feb 19, 2005 23:06:53 GMT -5
Well tomarrow. We will torture him, badly. he closes his eyes, and falls asleep.
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Ally Hubert
New Member
Feminist Interior Designer
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Post by Ally Hubert on Feb 19, 2005 23:08:07 GMT -5
Ally thanks Bass for helping them, then decides to rest a bit, then go see how everyone else was doing.
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Post by Chai Ling on Feb 19, 2005 23:14:13 GMT -5
(To Sgt. Marbo)
"Most members of the Eternal Light are pacifists. I don't know how we can "fight" Red Infinity but to remain strong and launch a massive campaign of passive resistance."
I feel a little uncomfortable around the soldier. He represents war and violence to me. I find that I can not look him in the eyes when I speak to him.
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Post by Yuber on Feb 19, 2005 23:14:22 GMT -5
Yuber didn't turn around when Mary appeared, he simply sighed and walked over to his desk, pulling out numerous tools used in the medical profession. He left the appliances that were not applicable in the desk.
"Of course, Councilor. As you say, Councilor." He said in a sarcastic drawl.
That... that thing he couldn't remember, it was nagging at him. A flash of rememberance, of the good doctor Simion helping him with... something. Thinking about this thing, it made his stelletos itch underneath his fabric.
"So, what am I to opperate on? Human, animal or vegetable?" He said, turning to look at Mary Warren out of the corner of his eye.
To Yuber there was only those three things. If it was not human, and it was not a plant, then it was an animal, a rabid thing in need of adjustment.
He still itched at something intangible, which annoyed him greatly.
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