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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2003 16:48:29 GMT -5
T"That's good, since if you did, we'd have to kill you, "Bassarov said half jokingly.
"So what brings a demon to EArth?"
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Post by Patrick on Oct 29, 2003 16:54:42 GMT -5
"To Earth?" Patrick asked puzzled, "I've always lived here."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2003 16:57:10 GMT -5
"Oh, I guess I always imagined that demons lived in some sort of demon world, or another dimension just for them. That's what some mythologies suggest. so you've always lived amongst humans?" Bassarov asks.
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Post by Patrick on Oct 29, 2003 17:06:32 GMT -5
"I've been dealing with humans for over a thousand years. <<OOC My joining post explains how Patrick lived so long.>> And I cannot say that much has changed," Patrick said, "For a while, I thought that whole reform thng would work, but then Dictator "What's-His-Face" took over. Yeah, the world just kind of sucks right now, not like it matters to me. If his goons try to stop me from doing what I feel, then they'll just end up dead."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2003 18:51:05 GMT -5
"That's a courageous attitude to have, but a dangerous one. Red Infinity employs some of the strongest fighters in the world. I prefer to keep a low profile and not get in their way. Too many of my friends have died trying to stop the."
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Post by Patrick on Oct 29, 2003 20:12:13 GMT -5
Patrick laughed, "I fear no one. Especially not some prick ruler!" He then got up, "Excuse me, do you mind if I revert to my real form? This humanish form is really uncomfortable."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2003 20:16:21 GMT -5
"Go ahead, so us your true form," Bassarov said.
Little did they know that the room was bugged and Red Infinity operatives we listening to their conversations.
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Post by Patrick on Oct 29, 2003 20:28:25 GMT -5
Patrick's eyes began to glow as his nails grew into claws. Dark fur began to cover his lower arm and scratch-like tatoos formed on his checks. His height increased slightly and his cat fangs grew longer. (A rough picture of his cat form is at www.bewildered-art.com/catgirls/visitors/tom.html) |
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2003 20:32:45 GMT -5
The moment that Patrick transformed, 10 well armed Red Infinity Political Operatives bashed through the dodr, and began shattering the walls with machine gun bullets.
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Post by Kith on Oct 29, 2003 20:50:20 GMT -5
I traveled to London and killed the opposition scientist, Dr. Yorokobi. I riffled through his documents and found that he was just a small part of a much larger plot conspired by the Americans and British. It seems that those capitalists are working on some project to destroy Red Infinity once and for all. i had heard rumors that scientists were indeed working on an anti-government android. I reported my findings to Lady Violet in Beijing.
I returned to the Ministry of Terror, and was given a new assignment by Gleb Krapski. I was to eliminate some rebels in Petrozavodsk.
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Post by Hope98 on Oct 29, 2003 21:57:28 GMT -5
I walk to class at the largest of the three buildings which The Helskinki Institute For Peace is composed of. Todays lecture is on the U.N., an organization which was founded in the 20th century to end war. The U.N. was disbanded when the American's launched war after war, without its consent. Over time, the organization became obsolete. I found the lecture interesting. I wonder what the world would have been like had it not been destroyed. Maybe they could have prevented Red Infinity from coming to power.
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Post by Patrick on Oct 29, 2003 22:04:49 GMT -5
Patrick recieved many minor wounds to his legs and arms, but managed to dodge most of the bullets and draw his sword. He ran to the nearest wall and cut a door in it, exiting quickley. He then reentered behind the Red Infinity soldiers and proceded to hack them to pieces.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2003 22:09:40 GMT -5
Bassarov assisted in the carnage, slicing away at the soldiers with his thin and deadly sickle. Patrick did most of the killing, but Bassarov managed to kill a few.
"The city isn't safe. We have to leave Petrozavodsk (the city we are now in). Red Infinity will send others, of that I am certain," Bassarov said.
"I don't know if any citties are safe anymore. The safest would be either Helsinki or London, I here that Dublin is safe as well. We have to leave at once. Which one is the best do you suppose?"
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Post by Genovia on Oct 30, 2003 10:48:17 GMT -5
I go to my classes and see that there is a new student in my Politcal Philosophy class. She's some pink haired know it all named Hope. Can't a person read Machiavelli in peace, without some stupid new person coming in and pretending she knows everything.
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Post by Hope98 on Oct 30, 2003 14:58:08 GMT -5
It is a strange phenomenon, I can not explain it. When given a test or assignment, I hardly have to think. It seems that knowledge flows from me, as if it was always there, but never before used. I try not to speak up in my classes, lest I give away the fact that everything is blantantly obvious to me. Yet, when it comes to memories of my past, my mind is foggy and the stories illogical. A strange phenomenon indeed.
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