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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 14:21:51 GMT -5
((I typed this on Marti's training thread, but I should probably post it here too, since Peter "The Owl" seems to have come there looking for me, and it is posted here.))
Post from Marti's training thread:
I take the camera and film and head out into busy Paris. I am feeling rather irritable, my head aches, my fingers are raw... and I know that I need to feed soon. I feel weak.
Okay then, pictures. I click photos of trees and street vendors. I take one of the Eifel tower and get some good artistic shots of a telephone pole and a fire escape. I don't know if this is what Marti meant for me to do... but it is actually quite fun, and relaxing. I enjoy photography.
I decide to sit at a bench on the street and watch the people passing by. There are so many of them, and they are all so different. It makes me think of all of the people I have had contact with over my long life... there have been so many. I snap some pictures of a little girl wearing an overly large grey sweater. The sweater is torn on the hem and on the sleeves, which hang down past her hands. She carries an old worn purse. The purse is bright red. I know that there is probably no money in the purse, but she carries it anyway, feeling like a grown-up woman, though she is only three or four.
I take some pictures of a group of pigeons, of grass growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, of a pair of shoes in a shop window. Then my film runs out.
I drop the film off to be developed, Marti had given me money to do so, and wait. Though the sun is out and hurts my eyes (I have been cloistered away in a darkened flat), I enjoy my time in the fresh air, away from the stinging of paint thinner and the blisters of brushes. The pictures won't be developed for a while, I will take a walk through the city.
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Post by Kava on Jan 8, 2004 15:57:57 GMT -5
I stare at them,suddenly I sneeze and fall down visable in front of them all. The only flaw I have,I can't do anything when I sneeze or cough,guess the government should have thought of that. I stand up and look at them,"Am I in trouble?" Oh,boy they're probaly wandering where I came from,at least I get to tick off the government now,I hope they're not.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 8, 2004 16:19:39 GMT -5
Peter sits in his car, head leaned against the headrest. He's parked two blocks away from Marti's flat but the mini-cam he left behind should alarm him to anything in the area.
The passive scans from FOF (Friend or Foe) montor in the car also helped out. The Children of Caine showed up on the FOF clearly.
He relaxes, his state nearly a trance. Peter didn't ever really sleep, he just rested like this when he could. The augmentations took care of the rest.
Kaieka would return eventually. If she didn't then he'd simply hunt her farther. He'd done it before.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 16:58:44 GMT -5
I feel weak. I really do need to eat something... I look around. There are people everywhere, many good targets for a meal. I have changed so much. A time ago, I would not have cared which person I killed, but now things are different. I have a certain affinity towards people, it is harder to kill. I have gotten soft.
It has been a long time since I killed the drunkard in the alley... I really do need some blood. I survey the people.
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Post by Fascia on Jan 8, 2004 17:23:33 GMT -5
Maurice doesn't say anything about my vommitting. Good. But he also seems to think that we shouldn't go hunting down the angel. He leaves the room and I sit down to watch some TV. My stomach is a mess. I wonder if this is what they call morning sickness, or if that fricking mage poisoned me. There is a program on TV about a young girl seeking for her family. Normally, I would change the channel right away to something more action filled, but I decide to watch it anyway. The girl is sad, she searches, longing to know those who love her. Time passes and I continue to watch. The girl discovers where her family has been living, but when she asks someone where they are, she finds that they are dead. The girl turns to the communist government then for support. I turn off the TV. I am crying. I never cry. What is wrong with me?!? I feel so sappy, all I wanted was for that girl to find her family. I blow my nose and continue to cry. Why must everything be so horrible?
What the h'ell is wrong with me???
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Post by Chris on Jan 8, 2004 17:29:01 GMT -5
When Soula came back,she transformed back into her true form which is a little girl,and I transformed back into my true form which was Lucifer.My rosary started to glow.It ment that something good was happening.It teleported me into a place full of people who were sad and hungry."Wonder whats wrong with my rosary.It never became this active before."
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Post by Kith on Jan 8, 2004 17:56:42 GMT -5
So Kaschei took over the Ministry of Terror while I was away. It might be good to call Lin-Sat and verify these orders. I get ready to dial HQ...but I stop. He hates me. I let Hope live..and I kissed Lady Violet. I'm not exactly his favorite employee. Calling might be a bad idea. I should be able to trust Kaschei, why would he lie to me?
I walk through Lucern and spot the villa where Riku stays. I will have to wait until he is alone. No use getting innocents involved. I sit up in a pine tree waiting to encounter him.
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Post by Hope98 on Jan 8, 2004 18:13:06 GMT -5
I strech my arms and face the day. I write a list of the things we are to do today.
"Rise and shine, everyone! We have another fill day ahead of us."
Lemminkainen and Zex rub their tired eyes.
"Today I propose that we help the locals harvest their grain/ It would be a wonderful way to contribute to the town. Then, tonight, I am going to have a meeting at the bar with them. I will teach them about social change and democracy! I hope you all are prepared for another day of hard work since that's what we've got in store for us."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 8, 2004 18:20:53 GMT -5
((Morning sickness, mood swings, your in a tough spot Fascia. I hate to be you when the hot flashes and cravings hit.))
Peter blinks. Long range FOF got a blip. Sitting up and links the scanner projection to his glasses imaging system.
A solid foe contact for sure but on long range with this equipment positive ID wasn't happening.
Could be her... or it could be some other Vamp. Or even a Demon in hiding. Hum... all targets take matter over nay new contacts short of Beta status. I don't read a target on that thing... I have to check it out anyway.
Peter opens his door and steps out, locking and arming the car. The scans pulse over his lens and he moves towards the signal quickly. If it is Kaieka, she might be hungry.
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Post by Chris on Jan 8, 2004 18:25:46 GMT -5
I looked around and I saw someone using
prayer beads."I see....Thats great.A person that
still believes in religion.To bad....i'm Lucifer.But still,I
believe in religion.I snap my fingers and I disappear
and reappeared beside Soula."I'll be staying here
for awile Soula.(It's great to see her have friends.Sometimes I feel like she is my daughter.But we have diffrences. )"I sat on a couch looking at her play with her new friends.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 18:30:51 GMT -5
Bassarov wanders the streets of Communist Paris for hours. He passes churches and school, local party HQs and government buildings. There is no sign of Kaieka.
The city has 5 million people, and finding her will not be easy. He sits on a bench with a map of the city, lost as to where he should search next.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 18:39:15 GMT -5
There has to be someone here that I can take blood from. Too bad Riku wasn't able to get me any more blood from the hospital before I left. The hospital! I quickly pull my cloak up over my head, causing me to disappear from sight. I then take a fast paced walk to the government hospital. I slip through the doors with a crowd and make my way inside.
Now.. where to get some blood? I assume that they have bags of it here for transplants, like the ones that Riku gave me. As I walk down the halls trying to find the cooler, I pass a room. The sight inside makes me stop and look. There is a young boy in the room. He is badly burned and bandaged all over. There is no nurse in the room, I enter and close the door behind me. The boy, though his face is covered with gauze, hears the door creak and asks who is there. I take my hood down and approach the bed.
"My name is Kaieka, what happened?" He tells me through great strain, his voice pausing and gasping with pain, that he was in a building that caught on fire and collapsed on top of him. His family was all killed, he barely was taken out himself. "Does it hurt badly?" He tells me that it hurts terribly, that he wishes that he could just die and join his family. "Is that really what you wish?"
He gasps out a yes. I need food, he needs freedom. We are both in a position to help eachother. I bend over his bed, pull aside the bandages from his neck... he jumps from the sensation. Then I bite him and drink. When I am finished, he is dead... peaceful. I am sustained. I replace my hood and leave. My pictures should be done.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 18:49:06 GMT -5
Basarov wanders for hours, with no luck finding Marti or Kaieka. He considers giving up and going back to Switzerland since he really doesn't care to fight Peter or see KAieka again. Despite his misgivings, he decides to continue the search.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 8, 2004 18:52:14 GMT -5
The signal flashes off. Peter glances around, the blip was just starting to move too. Tracking would be no good. The Hunter pulses an active scan, anything supernatural is gonna know it's been tagged but it was more powerful then passive.
Nothing.
She's slick. It has to be Kaieka.
The signal blips back on suddenly. The hospital. But the signal is gone again all to soon.
She's feeding. Still, she's able to avoid the scans somehow. Cloaking maybe. Back to the stake out then. I'll check the hospital records for fatalities back at the car.
Peter turns sharply and collides with another man. Shaking his head he looks at the other fellow. It can't be...
"Bassarov?"
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 18:52:36 GMT -5
I make my way back to the photoshop. While I am walking, I see something that makes me almost crash into the people walking next to me. Bassarov! No, it can't be, but it looks just like him... Why would he be in Paris? I decide to follow him and see where he goes. He won't want to see me, not after what I did to him... but I don't want to just have him disappear again. I miss him so much. It makes my cold vampiric heart ache.
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