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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 7, 2004 0:36:54 GMT -5
Bassarov waits for Bjork to sing her final songs. He decides to change the line up, so that Sasha is next up. He looks around the crowd for Mischa and still he does not see his comrade.
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Post by Kaieka on May 7, 2004 0:40:46 GMT -5
"Kaschei!" I spit the word like poison from my mouth. Kaschei is a b'astard!"
I look up at him, he seems displeased by what I have said. I cannot help but hate the mage that denied me and ridiculed me. The very thought of him leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Surely this attractive young elf would have nothing to do with the likes of Kaschei.
"Forgive me for insulting your "master", but he holds no place of love in my heart."
I laugh and fall a little against the tree. Heart! Many would argue that I have no heart, that I am a soulless vampire, and thus incapable of feeling.
Perhaps they are right, perhaps vampires are supposed to be without feeling. If that is the case, then some higher power must have played a horrible joke on me. I do feel. I feel so terribly much.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 7, 2004 0:42:13 GMT -5
"I've had about enough of this crap." Virgil drops out of a tree, his hammer over his shoulder. "I've been tracked down, diced, cut, shocked and shot," he doesn't seem to be addressing anyone. In fact, he hasn't even shown any sign he sees Kaieka or Illidan yet.
"Freakin' machines. Freakin' Hitler!" Virgil stops, looking at Kaieka for the first time. "What're you doing out in the woods?"
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Post by Illidan on May 7, 2004 0:46:17 GMT -5
Illidan sees that there is now a stranger in their midst, well, not a stranger, but another dead man. He looks into Kaieka's eye's with urgency, and cups her hands with his.
"Kaieka, I will tell you this very quickly. I was raised by Kaschei and am loyal to him and Red Infinity. In my future you die a tragic death. I have come back in time to prevent that, since I love you. Be careful as you are with LIF, they are not destined to last very long."
Illidan looks over at Virgil and spits at him.
"LIF trash, your time is limited, your fate is sealed."
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Post by Kaieka on May 7, 2004 0:49:39 GMT -5
This is too much for me to handle, LIF operatives falling out of trees and strange men telling me of my death and that they love me. I stumble to the side and puke in the bushes.
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on May 7, 2004 0:51:36 GMT -5
i sing my last song
If you ever get close to a human
and human behaviour
be ready to get confused
there's definitely no logic
to human behaviour
but yet so irresistible
there is no map
to human behaviour
they're terribly moody
then all of a sudden turn happy
but, oh, to get involved in the exchange
of human emotions is ever so satisfying
there's no map and
a compass
wouldn't help at all
human behaviour
i step down stage
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 7, 2004 0:52:07 GMT -5
Virgil tilts his head, watching Illidan. Suddenly he smiles. He throws back his head, laughing.
"The kid! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" Virgil rolls his head on his neck like a limp bag, meeting Illidan's eyes sideways, "Your the kid. You've grow. You think they don't know but your past hangs around you like the page falling from an aging book. We can read them all, kid."
He straightens his head with an alarming crack.
"Surly a student of time knows that nothing is sealed. You've changed it all. A brea crumb in the stream of life." Virgil smiles, showing his teeth and continues to chuckle, "Don't get eaten, little bread crumb. Lots of fish in the stream after all."
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Post by Illidan on May 7, 2004 0:52:09 GMT -5
"Oh dear, Kaieka..."
Illidan looks over at Kaieka with concern. He is not sure if he should help her or not.
He decides to put his arm around her as she heaves into the bushes.
"It is all very strange, I imagine so anyway. If it is any consolation, I am just another one of your toys."
Illidan turns to Virgil.
"My master keeps a sharp eye on the ever changing future. I am just an architect of the past."
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 7, 2004 0:57:05 GMT -5
Virgil shrugs, "I'm sure your father would be ashamed of you. Your mother would be physically ill. But then, that's just my opinion. Stil," he continues in a moaking tone, "A noble elf bowing to a human, kissing the toes of a dragon. I'm suprised your parents let him take you. I expected more from them. Well, just goes to show how weak the elven blood has become these years."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 7, 2004 0:58:39 GMT -5
Bassarov calls up the next performer.
"Next is Sasha Kropotkin, who is an anarchist living in Capital City. We are all pleased that the anarchists made it to the events. They certainly are an active bunch."
Bassarov steps back and lets Sasha take the stage.
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Post by Kaieka on May 7, 2004 1:00:27 GMT -5
I wipe my mouth on my sleeve, my vomit is red, full of the blood of Mischa, I taste it again as I throw it up. It colors the bushes, and stains the sleeve of my cloak as I dry my face.
I actually feel much better after vomitting, I am able to stand more steadily and my head feels clearer.
"Virgil, leave the poor boy alone. You are likely to frighten him off with your unfriendly talk. And I, for one, am not so sure that I want him frightened off."
This talk of "boy toy" intrigues me. Of course, my main priority right now is to kill Mischa and take Bassarov again as my own, but it couldn't hurt to have a little action on the side. What better to make a man like Bassarov realize what he has thrown away than to be suddenly unavailable? When Mischa is gone, he will certainly feel sorry for abruptly leaving me like he did earlier. Why not make him suffer a little?
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Post by Illidan on May 7, 2004 1:04:41 GMT -5
"Virgil, many races are a part of Red Infinity. I do not follow the elven ways, since culture is a farse. We are all one people, all equal under Red Infinity. Many great elves served Red Infinity. Talice, Kith, Moira, and yes, even Fascia. I betray nothing, since there is nothing to betray."
Illidan looks at Kaieka, and then back at Virgil.
"I can defend myself Kaieka, I carry with me the strength of my ideals."
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Post by Lightmer Witmer on May 7, 2004 1:09:26 GMT -5
The phone rings in Lightmer's office...
"Ahoy, this is Dr. Witmer speaking"
"you stupid bastard ass hole! I hate you, you manipulitive swine! Crazy jerk..."
It is Lightmer's ex-girlfriend on the line
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Post by Lightmer Witmer on May 7, 2004 1:11:31 GMT -5
Lightmer jerks the phone away from his ear...it has been over a month since they quit dating, but each day it is the same harassment.
Lightmer hangs up the reciever, and cries to himself
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Post by Lightmer Witmer on May 7, 2004 1:14:02 GMT -5
Helen his secretary comes in with a cup of warm tea and a platter of fine cheeses. Witmer snacks on the delicacy cheese and regains his composure...
"I cannot let that siren sleeper get me down, I must clear myself of her...perhaps there is an activity we could do to get my mind off of her...by Rogers, mushroom hunting!"
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