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Post by Patrick on Nov 2, 2003 17:22:25 GMT -5
Patrick had been monetering Bassarov rom the top of the train. He used the reflections of lakes and other things to watch him. Now, he saw the situation that his friend was in and quickley cut open the top of the train, dropping on top of the woman. "Hey," he said casually, "need any help?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 2, 2003 17:25:48 GMT -5
Bassarov could hardly breath a thankyou.
"You saved my life....I owe you," Bassarov said as he pulled his sickle off of his lap. He quickly sprung into action, slashing away at the soldiers. He dodged bullets the best he could, hiding behind the snack cart from time to time.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 2, 2003 17:31:00 GMT -5
Patrick just stood and watched the carnage unfold. He then turned to the snack lady and grabbed her around the neck, "Who the hell are you?"
She looked up at the cat demon, terrified, "Please... I just work for them."
Patrick took little pitty on this woman, "That's all well and good, but you still haven't told me who you are."
The woman looked at him and began laughing as she grabbed her gun and shot herself in the head. Patrick dropped the corpse and turned to see that Bassarov had just finished off the last of the soldiers. "What did you do to piss them off?" he asked.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 2, 2003 17:33:51 GMT -5
Red Infinity has been hunting me for a long time. They want me to work for them as I once did in the early years. So I am an international fugitive, and have been for years.
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Post by Patrick on Nov 2, 2003 17:35:55 GMT -5
"That must suck," Patrick said. He looked down at the woman, "She wanted to die instead of telling me who she was."
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Post by Calithin on Nov 2, 2003 17:36:20 GMT -5
* flys a little lower*
"Soldiers attacking the people again eh, we can't have that now can we , why not I am ahead of schedual might as well do my good deed of the day"
* crashes in through the train window*
*looks down at the woman*
"Did you do this to her, I'm afraid I can't allow you to go any further if did."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 2, 2003 17:40:33 GMT -5
"Red Infinity expects a person to give their life and soul to the cause. i did, I gave all of myself, but it gave me nothing in return. I would like to reform it, but Lin-Sat does not tolerate change. That woman is like all of us, dedicated to our deaths," Bassarov says with a sad tone.
He noticed that someone crashed through the window of the train, and was now spouting off heroic rhetoric.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Patrick on Nov 2, 2003 17:41:06 GMT -5
"Do I looke like I'd use a gun on a woman," Patrick asked the new demon. He looked down at the woman, "No, she shot herself."
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Post by Calithin on Nov 2, 2003 17:49:13 GMT -5
" I am calithin, very sorry I acused you but you must realize how this looks."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 2, 2003 17:53:22 GMT -5
The train pulls up to Heliskinki station, half of the passengers are dead. The train rumbles to a halt.
"I forgive you Calithan, it is hard to know who to trust," Bassarov says as he looks out the window to the train depot.
Twenty five armed soldiers in sleek black uniforms are waiting by the stop. The doors of the train opens. Their leader steps aboard the train and speaks to the engineer.
"We're in trouble, again. They are waiting for us. If something happens and we get split up, meet me at the Sibelius Concert hall...."
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Post by Calithin on Nov 2, 2003 18:08:07 GMT -5
" Fine I trust you, but theese men don't seem to be much of a threat"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 2, 2003 19:35:06 GMT -5
Both Patrick and Calithin showed no fear in respect ot Red Infinity. This perplexed Bassarov who had for so many years fled from them. City to city he narrowly escaped. He learned to fear Red Infinity. He knew the depths of their power and the cruelty of their leader: Lin-Sat.
Bassarov stood up and walked forward to the door. Outside, soldiers were poised to attack. Bassarov gathered an orb of dark energy in his hands and threw it at the waiting soldirs, some fell to the ground in a puddle of melted flesh, while others began shooting their guns.
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Post by Surma on Nov 2, 2003 21:33:58 GMT -5
Surma was observing them in the shadows.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 2, 2003 21:35:12 GMT -5
Bassarov and the others, slice through the crowd of soldiers. Patrick does most of the killing, which winds Bassarov's admiration. People hustle to their trains trying to ignore the massacre. When all are dead, Bassarov stares at the mutilated bodies with disdain. He grows tired of this game.
Bassarov surveys the crowd of travelers. Alone in a shadow is a young boy with white hair. He is strange, as pale and silent as death. He looks sad and alone.
Bassarov walks over to the mysterious youth....
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Post by Surma on Nov 2, 2003 21:43:03 GMT -5
Without noticing that a guy came to him,he went inside a train.Than the train left.
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