Expired Dreams

[Hope98]

I watch Bassarov leave. A part of me wants to join him. Instead I turn to Lemminkainen.
"Look at you, you are all bloody and beat up. You should not have fought Mr. Bassarov. That was a foolish move."
I turn away from everyone and look back at Genki.
"That was a very neat trick, Genki."



"I would like some time alone for a short while. I need to think. You all should understand that. I will see you all later. Take care, and don't get into any more fights!"
I look at the man that I met earlier in the park. Take the scroll and walk off."

[Saint Chris]

Asher said:

((My dear sir I must be honest with you. I have been here ten minutes and reading your post makes me want think of leaving right now. My last message board was ruined by people who posting like yourself. I believe that you are too powerful for your own good, that you have far too little plot in mind, and that you do not place the effort into your posts that should be there. Thank you for your time.))

A plae hand reaches towards Hope. It grasps a silken cloth which it places gently in her hand.

"Cry your eyes petite and calm yourself."

A man dresses in rich black and red with silver trims stands beside Hope, gazing down at her in concern. He is, well, beautiful is the only way to put it. He isn't hansom like a man normally is, he is different but still retains his masculine side.

"Child you look like someone who has learned a hard lesson." He steps closer and sits down next to her, leaning against a wooden cane with a golden head piece, shaped into a ornate septer.

"I know a cure for sadness. Care to join me for a cup of nice lemon tea? It sooths you like nothing else. There now," he dabs at her tears with another cloth, "Cry your eyes, dry your eyes. You can't look for all the world to see like a leaky sink."

[Asher]

((Yes, I wrote that. Care to comment? I am open to your rebutal.))

[Saint Chris]

Asher said:

((My dear sir I must be honest with you. I have been here ten minutes and reading your post makes me want think of leaving right now. My last message board was ruined by people who posting like yourself. I believe that you are too powerful for your own good, that you have far too little plot in mind, and that you do not place the effort into your posts that should be there. Thank you for your time.))

A plae hand reaches towards Hope. It grasps a silken cloth which it places gently in her hand.

"Cry your eyes petite and calm yourself."

A man dresses in rich black and red with silver trims stands beside Hope, gazing down at her in concern. He is, well, beautiful is the only way to put it. He isn't hansom like a man normally is, he is different but still retains his masculine side.

"Child you look like someone who has learned a hard lesson." He steps closer and sits down next to her, leaning against a wooden cane with a golden head piece, shaped into a ornate septer.

"I know a cure for sadness. Care to join me for a cup of nice lemon tea? It sooths you like nothing else. There now," he dabs at her tears with another cloth, "Cry your eyes, dry your eyes. You can't look for all the world to see like a leaky sink."

Ofcourse hes powerful.He is Lucifer the first creation
of the jumalars.And his skills is also what makes him powerful.Now plz keep your statements to yourself.Thank you for listening.

[Hope98]

I stroll through the park and feel much more like myself. I no longer feel as embarassed about my encounter with Mr. Bassarov. He is gone now and I do not suppose I will see him again. I can resume a normal life. Too bad Quan is gone. He was a little strange, but Genki was fond of him.

[Asher]

((I refuse you terms. You have assumed a role far to great for one character and done so without giving great thought to the weight of such a role. If you don't take the time to properly spell and space even words such as 'please' to makes me think you might not be the best person to play such a powerful role.

Farther more I will speak my mind and you will listen because you have no choice, likewise I will listen to your words. You are not an Administer and you are not Moderator, your opinions and wishes how no more weight than anyone else's and if you interfer with others in a offensive manner then they count for less.

Good day to you sir.))

[Hope98]

I sit on a bench and watch some colorful ducks squack over bits of bread.
"Funny, I don't remember even having a scroll. How could I have forgotten it if I never had it."
I look at the scroll. I decide not to open it.
"This might be someone elses. He mistook it for mine. Reading it would be as bad as reading someone's mail."
I tuck the scroll into my purse.

[Saint Chris]

ooc-I haven't had the time to properly spell or space the words because I was fighting 4 elves.And if I made one post,just one post,they would already have 5 or 20 posts.Than I'd have to modify it.You see,When I was
going to get striked by thousands of shurikens in the fight,I started to write what I was gonna do to conter it.
But when I did write the counter and when I posted it,the shinobi already posted that I was struck by the shurikens.Like for example.I was writing my post after Akira posted hers and she put that I was gonna get struck by thousands of shurikens.And when I posted mine,the shinobi already posted his.And his post said
that I got struck by the shurikens.My post said that I countered it with my Vultrana move.But since I got struck by shurikens,I had to modify it.

[Valodya Bassarov]

(Because of the rings power, you can not find the elves. They are safe and far away from your character.)

Bassarov sits on the train watching the scenery pass by the window. He will arrive in St. Petersburg in a few hours. Until then, he will rest.
He dreams again of the time 50 years ago. How he killed so many capitalists to overthrow the existing order of the time. These actions were cruel and unjust, but so were those he killed.
"Lightmer Whitmer will help me. These strange visions will not impede on the counter revolution." Bassarov says to himself.

[Saint Chris]

ooc-Oh fiddle sticks..I should've known that the
rings can hide the elves.Bassarov,could you please help me put this argument to rest.And what does the rings
have to do with what i'm saying Bassarov.

[Valodya Bassarov]

( I was simply saying that the fight is over, the elves are gone, and everyone should give it a rest. In the future, you could get injurred. You might be more popular with the members here if you act a little less powerful.)

[Saint Chris]

ooc-I was planning to be beaten by Lin-Sat,LadyViolet,or Ukko.those were the ones I was
planning to be beaten by.

[Genovia]

Kith has been gone four days. No sign of an android yet. Just paranoid...not going to fear some android. I train. My body is tired and sweaty.
I must train harder. I must kill Hope. Hope is the only thing that matter.
I see a shadow in the corner of the room. Its him. He's watching me.
-D'amn you come out!"
He says nothing.
-Fate! I'm here. Fight me!"
The shadow moves. I become afraid. So it is him.
-How long have you been watching me. No more. Come out and fight!
The shadow shifts. I choke down my fear. This is what I've waited for. When a rat appears out of the shadow, I nearly have a heart attack.
I wait for Fate to leave the shadows. He never comes.
-To hell with this. I'm calling Kith. He's coming back here right now.

I go up to my room and call him. I am still a little shaken.
-Kith, when are you coming back?

[Kith]

"Genovia? Is something wrong? I will be gone until my job is complete."

[Genovia]

-Fine. Everything is fine. I just that android that escaped the Ministry of Science. You don't know any details do you?