Expired Dreams

[Chris]

Soula

Soula was breathing real hard."*Breaths hard.Than normaly.*Wow you run fast!You've got alotta energy.
my name is Soula!"

[Hatake Kakashi]

Kakashi turns the ring over in his hand.

"There must be something special about them or your Ministry wouldn't have wasted the postage..."

Kakashi pockets the ring. "We'll have to get someone else's appraial on these things later, now we got a attack to set up for. You three find Calithin, I'll be right behind you. If you need me just say so and I'll be there."

He moves over to the window and vanishes.

[Fascia]

"Well, there he goes again. I am ready if you two are. Lets go roast us an angel, I'll pluck it's feathers, you two can ready the fire."

[Doreamon]

[color=lightBlueThey started playing and laughing. I smile. [/color]

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov casts Quan Ji an annoyed glance.
He remains silent with a calm anger.


"Justice? I am not subject to the justice of the gods, because I do not acknowledge them. If I am a criminal I will pay for my crimes. At the end of these dark days, I will gladly stand trial and confess to all of my crimes.... in a court for and by humans. Until then I have a job to do. I would appreciate it if you stayed out of my way until it is done....."

Bassarov turns around and begins to walk off.

"I would like to continue our discussion Hope, but it seems your companions are bent in interfering. You may follow me if you like...or stay with them...I'm too angry to care either way."

Bassarov marches off to the Bed and Breakfast that he had been staying at in the village and begins to pack his things.

[Quan Xu / Quan Ji]

Quan watches Bassarov leave. He rolls his shoulders.

"So be it then. Let the record show that Sir Bassarov has waved his right to trial. I, Quan Ji, shalt now pass judgement upon him."

Quan points his finger and though Bassarov is no longer in sight his points straight for him.

"From this day forward Bassarov, the names of all those who died at the hands of your revolution shall forever be engraved in your mind. You will know every face, every name, and every death for the rest of your unaging life."

The man in white throws his hands to the sky. A white aura flares around him then dies.

"So it is done."

He stretches and looks at Hope. "*sigh*, I suppose thou does want to speak with me about the details of I disagreeignment to thee? I am sorry that I didst not tell thee sooner but it seemed like a odd thing to bring up."

[Valodya Bassarov]

When Bassarov arrives at his room his mind is assualted by a vision of his past. A flash back.

It is fifty years ago, in New York. Bassarov is entering the United Nations Head Quarters there. Some friends of his have already planted bombs around the building.
He interupts the session, taking the floor from the Secretary General, a young Icelandic woman.
Bassarov watches his mouth move but can not hear what he is saying as he addresses the shocked crowd. He makes some demands. The crowd is angry. He walks away.

He leaves the building and at that instant it explodes.
Everyone inside is killed.
He looks through the rubble and sees the bloodied faces of hundreds of delegates, including the young secretary General from Iceland.
That was the last meeting of the UN.

The vision fades. Bassarov finds himself alone in his room...shaken and disturbed.

"I'm not a revolutionary....I'm a terrorist."

He sits down on his bed and closed his eyes.

[MissRose]

Dear Diary,
The seeds that I planted the other day are already germinating. I wonder if I will live to see them bloom. I weighed myself five times today. I have lost only two pounds. This is a slow process. I had some broth and bread today. I didn't need the bread. I shouldn't have eaten it. I must be tougher on myself tomorrow. No more leniancy. I think I will go for a walk to the park today. The birch trees are so pretty. I hear there are birch tree forests in the land of the dead.


I close my diary and take a stroll through a park in Moscow. The parks here are not well maintained.

[Jezma Bon Li]

Jezma wanders aimlessly through the streets of Moscow. Bumping into people in a haze of lost memory.
The hospital released me today. Can't remember a thing. They said they'd give me a job with Red Infinity. That my memories will come back soon enough. Who am I? Jezma Bon Li....an empty name. It means nothing to me. Nothing. I'll keep on wandering. Th truth can not escape me forever.

[Arlee]

You think there's other elves on Earth, bro?

He is too busy working to listen to me.

"Yo, I'm talking to you!

He continues to work.

"I don't mind livin' with the Druidians but it would be cool to see others like us. It gets lonely seeing only humans and Druidians. When can we go back home?

"Never" he replies. "There is a war going on back home."

Ooooh...and like this is so much better on Earth. Oh well, I'm going back to the commune. The Druidians are throwing a party. I totally dig parties. You coming, Diagh?

"No."

"Suit Yourself."

[Hope98]

For a moment I am shocked and confused. I don't know what to say to Quan Ji. I knew there was something very unusual about him. Afterall, he always wears white, rides a horse, and speaks in an old English accent. Those are all peculiar things.
"Everyone has a secret I suppose. Few are as they seem." I say to Quan.
I turn and face Lemminkainen and Zex. They look ready to about kill Mr. Bassarov. Strangely, Genki is absent.
"I am going to check up on Mr. Bassarov. I will be back in a short while."
I follow Mr. Bassarov back to his room where he is packing his things in a panic. He looks worn out and afraid. Nothing like the overly confident person who I met earlier. Something has changed, but I can not determine what it is.

"You look tired. You are leaving so soon? I just now got to know you and not even that well. What is so pressing that you must leave like this?"

I gently place my hand on his shoulder. He shoulder is thin, boney even. Although he is not muscular or even strong looking, I can not say that he is not attractive. He is a strong man, but this strength resides in his conviction. But now, even this strength seems to have escaped him. He seems even more frail at the moment, with the weary and lost expression on his face. I pity him. I want to help him.

"Please don't leave yet."

[Hatake Kakashi]

Kakashi sits on the edge of the roof, looking down into the window.

Why am I doing this? I must be crazy, their not even paying me for this job.

He tilts his head, watching Fasica through the window.

d**n, she maybe genocidal and she might be creepy but she is hot. And she has blue hair...

He shakes his head.

No, later, job now. If I survive this fight then I can think about other things.

[Genki]

I awaken in a flower bed, my head by some pansies. i feel a little droggy and can't remember how I got there. i must have had a seizure or something!
I get up and pat the dirt off my clothes.

Quan and Jewel are gone, so i go out looking for them.
i walk around for a while and come to a park. Quan, Zex, and Lemminkainen are stading around talking to each other. they look pretty serious.

"Heya guys. what's happening? where is Hope?"

[Lightmer Witmer]

Dr. Witmer sits in his office admiring his new shoes...they are fine shiny black squid leather, and are adorned by a shiny silver buckle.

Lightmer leans back and stares apprecitivly, "These are nice shoes indeed...indeed."

[Lemminkainen]

"Hyvaa iltaa Genki. this is really really uncool. Hope like left us and went off with that stupid Russian. did I mention I totally HATE Russians. Russia is like a fat stinky neighbor who always breaks into your house,eats your munchos, and doesn't flush your toilet."

i grab my long sword.

"I still think killing him would be a good idea. i fought it the Winter War of 1939 against Russia....i'm good at killing Russians...I swear."